POEM: Is Love A Weapon?

Is love a weapon or a club
that beats about your head with joy?
Scattering senses
stealing words and confidence,
and thickening my tongue to coy.

I could speak without the wash of heat,
the prickles crawling through my skin,
the tingling burn of
ash that stains my cheeks, and
evaporates the boiling thoughts within.

Is love joy or the agony of despair?
And all this before you even know
if you are loved, yet,
in return, and can have hope
that happiness is yours to tend and grow.