They call you love.

They call you love, you are lust and loss.
Though you appear lofty, you are lethal.
Your beauty lures to lost.
You are a canker worm.
You eat a man’s emotion reducing him to carcass.

You reduce a man to nothing,
Rather food for vultures.
Are you not thorns hidden under beautiful lilies?
You pierce every tender heart that hugs you,
And you nail all to your cross forever.

You reduce a king to a crust of bread,
And you prepare his downfall meal before him.
His treasure you share among infidels,
His kingdom you tear into pieces,
His remains you give to the dogs.

Those who are wise dread you.
Some who are smart keep paths with you,
Dining with you but from a distance as with devil.
Those who don’t know you call you love,
But you devour them like a lion devours prey.