Love Happens

Standards like golden hour
slightly blinded, yet warmth you enjoy.

Depths unfathomed,

the dawn of her ballads never seems to end.

Her love—maddening,

whilst lacking an elder’s counsel.

does shallow walk through delusions

as her love sickens.
Dormant Venus, visible on canvas,

as her plot thickens.

Yet again, Miss Lovespring longs 
for 
the upcoming chirps and sun-dips.

Nevertheless, blushing and rushing with limerence,

it seems the nightingale’s spell
 
charmed the picky.

Cosmos of the dark, Hera in the light—

her go-tos these days.

Like an eldritch soul

ready to unravel.
Ancient in bloom,

yet a familiar cliché—

the breeding season never seems to end.

                              - Nodame