Love

Inexperienced I am in love

For I have never been,

Except for once

And now in my narcissistic view

I can tell of it so clearly   

And claim it to be 

 A thing that holds no lusting desire 

But one of prowess

It hold a desire to praise

And be praised

It is scared despite its prowess

And hates to be quelled

It desires only to give

To help and to heed 

With laughter and tears

But mostly laughter 

Sparked by a mere trick 

Of light and words

It consumes you

A heated glow that becomes you

Yet it is but a spark

A small flash of energy

One that cannot be taken back

Lingering there forever