Love comes in fury making one feel dreary
In attempting to understand love’s tempting
As the endeavor’s rival is eccentricity’s arrival
With wondrous warmth as love comes forth
A guest in a happy heart’s wholesome start.
Delicate days decline to solitary star shine
Stars don’t let us miss the longing loneliness
Casts upon a vacant heart not complacent
When its last guest gasps at altering grasps
That takes part in a coming-of-age heart.
Love lost is depressing but better than repressing
Our live’s youthful yearning for love’s learning
To relieve an alienated soul of teenage droll
But there is something satisfying in the eyeing
Of the splitting of ‘one’ heart for love’s queer art.
The love I once knew has turned into a shrew
But a ‘no’ on my chest’s solemn vacancy crest
Keeps my heart beating all the while fleeting
With fondness as I reminisce of the ridiculous
That once cradled my heart in a cobbled cart.
I remember the feeling of love and the stealing
Of another’s affection as it’s my only direction
But my soul is now wiser than any one miser
So the affection it seeks is its own that peaks
For one whose heart it could never be apart.
Love cannot be defined but it is the most divine
And scariest feeling from which we need healing
But if it wasn’t hard we wouldn’t dive into disregard
As it would not share the glory of its many stories
And we’d remain in fetter as we’d never try to better.