When One Reflects

What is love between a man and a woman?

I used to think I knew love

Or perhaps I have known it for a fleeting while

I used to believe, despite the harsh reality, it might be something worth a stand

It is laughable I guess

Such beliefs are naive and destructive

Unworthy, but many who truly felt, can't help but reminisce

In a way, it is oppressive

It is fragile and deserving of doubt

And not something to exult about

Such a crafty situation

Disguised in the pretense of adoration, affection