Question, what is love
I hear my friends, falling in and out of it
What is this emotion, which can so easily be lost and found?
These men it binds, to do great things
Much pain it can bring, like popped corn on a string
Such wonder and merriment, those who possess it claim
It is the bandit that they blame, for stealing their sense in this game
This game that they call love, that they fell into from above
That fate destined for their paths, till another comes along
Then they jump into the newest pond, another lover they bring
Just popped corn on a string, as I ask once more, what is this thing?
That can destroy reason and sense, making people seem dense
This elixir that maddens and confuses, that turns world’s upside-down
The affected have no cure, head-over-heels that's for sure
As I ponder my friend’s plight, they stumble in their newfound ‘light’
The object of their desire... ‘Oh surely eternal’, this time
I’m sure it’ll be fine, until the next one comes fluttering by
Like a colourful butterfly, this ‘love’ is not eternal
But an illusion set to crumble, like milk in sand
How will this structure stand, with foundations so corrupt?
In this game they continue to play, lost in this maze they will stay
Unable to find the end, like a tugging on a string
Unsure from where it begins, like feelings this love brings
These feelings ambiguous travel on, along its length all along
At the end they are no wiser, they stumble on becoming misers
Refusing to let go and reason, claiming that would be the worst treason
They keep falling into these ponds of ice, like the knife onto the blind mice
~~OZi_Sista~~ (:
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