All Night Long, the Love Poems Croak

Love grew so vast in that house
It broke it, snapped it to twigs.
Love’s a brute, not kind like lust.
Love’s a gut you can’t fill up.

Love’s a mouth brought in to eat
Pests and worms, the flies that bite
And make you sick. Love’s a toad
To eat the slugs that spoiled fruits

But ends as toad swarms on roads,
All crops spoiled, dogs and cats choked,
Rare birds gone, one rug of toads,
Huge toads long past slugs and snails.

One day love will rule the world.
Love eats life. It can’t be culled.
Deaths just seem to help it grow.
Love squats on the house it broke.