Love, I always thought was fleeting,
Fading, flawed, and fast-retreating,
Seldom set in stone or meeting
All I once believed –
Love, I often stopped to wonder,
Leaves on weaving waves of thunder,
Tearing dreams of joy asunder,
Bitter, blue, bereaved –
Love was stories; love was fiction;
Love was notes of contradiction,
Fit for myths and false depiction,
Never once achieved –
Love was draining, frenzied, frantic,
Spurious and sycophantic...
Till I saw the most bromantic
Ageless love conceived.