Euphoric Torment

Love can be so sweet, like a drop of nectar; It fills the heart with hope and tenderness. But love too often comes at an insidious cost: A turbulent tide that disrupts our regress. Vulnerability can unravel us easily; Lovers are targets for malicious caress. Passion runs rampant yet can rarely please us; A double-edged sword wreaking emotional distress. Euphoria subsides and hearts get to breaking, Betrayal or ruin in an instant's redress. Cupid's arrows inflict wounds not worth taking, A balm for hurt exists not, nor does success. Toxic entanglements, you mustn't ignore them-- Fraught with peril, as pitfalls beyond measure! Risking it all? One should only abhor them; Naught but pain, anxiety, and melancholy's pleasure.