Besotted

"You know nothing of fear, my friend",
He said as he sat sighing beside me,
"Fear of death you mumble till you end"
"Yet no fear could be as frightening -
As losing she.

"She speaks so soft - an angel you'd wonder,
And smile so pure onto your face joy it brings,
The song no words the choir can but ponder,
And her face when you see, you heart sings"

I smile unknown to him that I can but laugh,
At the delusions this man carries,
He will see how little she is, soon enough
Or maybe once he marries - she.

"You know nothing of love, my brother"
He speaks on with his heart, out loud.
He claims, "Love is she - "
"Blessed onto me",
And his songs of her, fill the air,
As he smiles with a face so proud.

She, a goddess if you may, is mortal,
Your love is, your life is but a blur,
She is nothing more than mediocre,
She is not love, not joy, not immemorial.

She is a human, like then all,
Insignificant - equal.
Love is no time, love ends the same,
Love is but a passion's game.