Mad at Love

What is this love you speak of?
The desire to hold,
The gentleness of touch,
Two people in love
Adoring each other,
Caring, just being there
Close by, near?
In what chasm is yours buried-
Hidden from those needing it the most?
Far from the eyes of the beholders,
Kept to rot in that crypt of stones,
Your unfeeling heart,
Unreachable;
Set in a sinuous structure of S curves -
Lustrous eyes of mysteries,
A mouth carved for kisses
That smiles only at pain
But scorns advances of love,
Kills quickly all tender shoots of desire,
Yet speaks as if an authority;
Master of the art.
A super user or mischievous sprite,
Not willing to give yet not letting go of.
What is your version of love?
Is it one without your smiles-?
That disregards the eddy of your eyes?
Where interplay of romance is not allowed?
No desire is aroused,
No sensations felt, feelings let…
Just that inner yearning and-blank.
Yet you keep me on the leash
Not willing to let go
But not caring enough to caress.
Just a beautiful statute
Gazing down at me
Not seeing, not caring;
Been hurt, broken.
Here but still not here.
Warmly smiling,
Looking sweet,
But gone sour.
Mad at love.