Just one of those

The wild search for eternal bliss
Found in the depths of a passionate kiss
Lost in this world of insensate things
Love is like a lapwing without its wings
For centuries man has craved
Many wars he has braved
To be an element of this vicious cycle
Called Life, outlined by many an oracle
Looking past the dreadful deeds
The tempests into which it leads
The earth’s most emotional being
Lives for that euphoric feeling
Found in the wetness of a happy tear
One that’s dark though crystal clear.