May you be Reborn

So much so far has been written and said
Stories have been shared, taught and read

Saints & sinners have all preached at length
And all have bowed to its mounting strength

Yet we all, long or small, will take the fall
"Love"- the beast, has a mystique too tall

Hard to resist , difficult to ingest
it makes us suffer ,but all in zest

But a mystery around it will forever loom
it will command consumption & it will consume

Impatient and vile, it's calm just the same
It brings great heights & to some, shame

Once in its spell, one has to remain
for the only exit is through hell & pain

However strong, it will strike you once
It'll bed your demons & scare your nuns

Its hope. Passion. Ecstasy . Madness
But in its wake, it'll render pangs of sadness

In a smile, in a tear and in a moan
It'll hit you when you're meek & alone

So- Beware- when the beast strikes, yet
Give in, for its gonna be one helluva bet

For it'll deliver you anew to the world forlorn
In its agonizing trance, may you be Reborn.