The Unicorn of Love

If I would seek the truest love
Then I must find the dragon’s lair,
Hunt all around, below, above
Falter not at the first false flare.

There’s the passion comes from seeing
One so fair of face and form.
No dragon this, nor angel fleeing
Simply lust from craving born.

There’s the cherishing, caring, cloying
That seeks to smother dangers all.
No dragon here - dull, destroying,
No passionate wild waterfall.

There’s the loving of collector
Who sees the one to fill the set.
A common sort, a selfish nectar,
Pass by this one till dragon met.

 There’s the love of mother, brother,
A tribal care that shines star bright,
Lights up the world to clannish border
But casts all others into night.

 Infatuation’s burning heart,
Blindly binding, reckless joys.
The dragon’s lair – not in this part.
In truth mere choking smoke and noise.

 An easy task, the dragon hunt,
And simpler yet to catch the wind.
The unicorn of love I want?
 On beast of myth my hope is pinned.