Majestic Love

I saw love crying at a river's bank,
so I neared and asked the matter.
In a drawl, she narrated her frank,
all her problems, former and latter.

I looked at her ignorant tears,
and full-of-craze, lustful eyes,
does she not know that this river
flows on from her victims' eyes.

'Majestic Love, many have eaten your meat,
perhaps now, just you take a seat"
Forget yourself, accept it in brief,
I'll roast a cow, and I'll let you eat.