For in love;
this longing feeling
for someone
who never shall see you
as you are
and never to possess
the life
we're apt to have.

For it shall befall
the innocent
and the naive
like lightning
striking
a dwarf tree
with a piercing jolt
into the poor sap's shaft.
Slowly, enough
as He hangs
from his cross-like branches
suffering
from its broken heart.

But as I contemplate
I realize, the truth.
That loving
is our punishment
for disobeying
His rules.
For the curse
hath started with the birth
of the crafty Cain
who crucified his sibling;
through jealousy
that his kin
was loved more
than he.

Love
this so-called emotion
of cherishing and caring
for a beloved...
why is it
leading us all
into Hell?