Will I chronicle love as uncontrollable?

Will I chronicle love as uncontrollable?
Or a proclamation of affection between two.
Can I call it a rose scent so desirable.
Or compare it to the Waterloo;
One where couples are blindfolded;
and defeated. Love be swift;
Just like an ulcer in the tummy.
Love is so unending a pit.
Where after falling becomes a dummy.
Millions of souls are engrossed;
and they drill all their emotions;
to be or not to be expressed,
When love is no longer in motion.
Love is a portrayal of a hoax;
that eats up souls like a fox.

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