• Love.
    What is love?
    Tis not a imaginable
    Nor is it always wonderful.
    For while I am in love with you
    My heart breaks whenever you are missing.
    And until I hear the magic words
    It never gets any better.

    So while love is good
    It can be bad
    And when the end of the day comes
    Even then I am tortured
    By the thought of your beautiful face
    Invading my dreams.

    I love you are those magic words
    That can also be wepons
    Against the one
    Who doesn't know how to love.