On Love

by David Asamoah

Potent’s the fruit of poisonous affection

Yet so fragrant a scent it does possess

Love’s filter warps old flaws to new perfection

Augments mere brushes to a soft caress

Such passion feeds upon the human mind

As hearth embers devoùr firewood

And of the ripened dreams Eros does find

He then extorts desires, his favourite food,

Lost is the heart if love be unrequited

Consumed in its own flame, its ego bruised

Though admission of love is quite short-sighted

Of the dark place a heart dwells if refused

As reason’s eye becomes ever the blinder

Sweet woes of love appear kinder and kinder.

The Poor Print

The Poor Print is Oriel College's student newspaper, with contributions from across the JCR, MCR, SCR, and staff. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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