Margarita

does the devil know love?
chased from heaven above
he's no stranger to its mechanism

but a selfless devotion
requiring no potion
like a rainbow adoring its prism

does a shadowless blight
eschew daylight for night
to avoid seeing or being seen

or a thunderous cloud
air obnoxious and loud
strike a lightning to smite the obscene

this I ponder, and more
as I lie here -- adore
your sweet rose, though it's so full of thorns

does the devil know love?
all that he's dreaming of
let's have at it, but do mind the horns