Is this Love?

Because he is so beautifully put together
By some divine and besotted creator
Catching hearts with embarrassing ease
Infecting all with his brilliant disease -
All become as inevitable prey
To his unaffected swing and sway
Hanging on every impetuous syllable
Dying with each spontaneous giggle;

He is main and central attraction
A superlative and constant distraction
From whatever life we led before
Into the ambit of whom we adore...
He makes any ordinary happening
Extra-ordinary if he is starring...

We collect new ways to venerate Rob:
When wearing a bib to eat a corn cob,
Running long fingers into long hair,
Sitting in a tub or draped on a chair,
Going through airport security
With sunglasses and beloved beanie,
When fundraising on the telly
For people in ravaged Haiti...
He’s walking on water and walking on air,
He is owning us all, and everywhere!
And regarding what was related above:
The feeling we feel, is it Love?

The kind with the “L” capitalised,
The type so uncommonly realised,
That makes you feel ruler of the world
Rendering you as invulnerable as Supergirl?
The state that makes you sit and weep
Losing weight and losing sleep
Because you spent your livelong day
Wishing he would cast one look your way?
The condition that makes you strangely weak
Wanting to hide and wishing to seek
The answer and the perfect truth
About this discombobulating youth?

A disquieting man who makes us tremble
Our words turning to pifflepaffle
Reducing us into a pile of sighs
Beholding his face and aqua eyes,
Causing our hearts to quit some while
When he flashes his incomparable smile
And the sensuous curve of his lips and mouth
Drains all blood from north down south...

Such power must surely be alien and synthetic
Nothing natural can be so wildly hypnotic!
The divinity that fashioned this exquisiteness
Must be a sadistic and scheming goddess:
No mated woman can remain faithful or true
When Every.Other.Male is removed from view!

He's inherited supernatural and irreversible magic
He's certifiably viral and absolutely magnetic
And we are drawn into the eddies of his ocean
The never-ending surges of Robert Pattinson...
Whirling around in repeating circles
Spinning whorls and cascading spirals
Trenches below and heavens above
Do we care not if this is or is not Love!

It is an outrageous way to conduct a life -
As a locum worker, lover, mother, wife;
A fulltime clandestine Robert consumptive
Double agent in camouflage and subtly deceptive...


Love is as Love does, it is said,
So our bills and taxes are fully paid,
Love by whatever other name or label
Is an enterprise truly deserving and noble,
So notwithstanding his effect be of Love or not
It has come, it has been ever sought;

If this foolish and impertinent question be aired again,
It will show that sense is impossible and logic in vain,
Who needs any answer or compelling reason
If they have ever witnessed our Robert Pattinson?