"Love"

She rises gently like the dawn at the Cape
Emerging like murmurings between whispering lips
And then surging like high voltage
Flying high as a kite in the winds of a March morning
Tiptoeing in and then striking like lightning
A cat burglar who trips the alarm
After the house has been robbed

Love makes a point of not arriving when expected
Either surprising like unexpected company
In the neighborhood and dropping in
Or late like the bride on her wedding day
She loves to masquerade unrecognized
Praying mantis with her own agenda
Black widow with a shrewd eye on her prey

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