• What is Love?
    Is it deep desires waiting to unfold?
    Or is it denial that was sprung from hate?
    I wish I knew what love was.
    But I should never know of its strain on each of us
    Love hurts when you look it in the eye
    It comes in many different shapes and sizes
    Does it derive from lust?
    I may need not know of it.
    Kiss me oh sweet divine love goddess
    Maybe I shall feel the power of love through the kiss.
    But alas, she shall not kiss my lips,
    For I am troubled deep down inside.
    My soul becomes withered when I think of love.
    For I shall never find love.
    I feel confused with all this wonder
    Please, spare me from this torture of withering away
    And let me be in peace.