• Love is a fickle thing at best

    Fluttering about it will go

    Love never leaves the heart to rest

    Let the bitter remain ever so

    For love leaves the poor soul anew

    Is it really worth tears of woe?

    Love hides and flaunts a face of two

    One is pure, the other not so

    But which side is the one most true?

    Can one truely grasp such a thing?

    Can one bear the pain love shall spew?

    Can it end, the song love shall sing?

    Love creeps upon the broken heart,

    And cares not to rip it apart.