Poetic Challenge

Today was a double challenge, to write a love poem and to to write an anti-love poem. I'm not sure I succeeded but here is my attempt.

Love

Love is a many splintered thing;
chocolates and roses,
midnight serenades,
tears etching rivulets.

'Tis better to have loved and lost;
fools platitudes,
empty words
comfortless comfort.

Love is the color of a morning sunrise;
wisteria memories,
fanciful dreams,
broken hearts.

Love, the fool's errand,
the dreamer's fantasy,
the jester's painted tear,
the cruel impossibility.