lovesick

In shadows cast by bitter disillusion,
A heart recoils from love's sweetest intrusion.
For some, the tendrils of affection cling,
Yet you, repelled, find love a vile, foul thing.

In tendrils spun by Cupid's fickle art,
You see a trap, a cruel and twisted part.
The roses' scent, a sickly, cloying brew,
As love's embrace reveals a tainted hue.

No sonnet sweet or ballad's gentle verse,
Can quell the angst, the sentiments adverse.
To you, love's taste is bitter on the tongue,
A song unsung, an anthem left unsprung.

Yet in this disdain, a narrative forms,
A tale of hearts that weather ceaseless storms.
For even in disdain, a truth holds fast,
Love, cruel or kind, a die forever cast.