Greatness Before Fights, Finds Ravishing Lights

Love is but an ant that rest on the ground
For there it is bound, and forever found
It runs far and wide, looking for food
From the racest and rude, to the freakish and lude
And when it finds the one, thought it be hard
Seeps into it's card, the song-less bard
Then lifts it on up into the sky
On it's first try, it reaches too high
No matter on which week or day
It will continue to stay, and remain at bay
Because nothing can recover from it's poisonous bite
It keeps it's victem in a fight, just to keep sight
Letting forth it's failures and succeeds
Though over-passing needs, it beconds... indeed