Often we are left to ponder:
The issue of love
To some it’s a feeling
Others it’s often misleading
Lovers say it’s forever
The heartbroken cry never
Some rejoice: It’s a gift from above!
Others cry for it’s a curse
To the young a new dedication
But more than often, mere infatuation
Some would give their life for love
While many others take their own
And so I wonder
How love plays with the hearts of Man
So wonderful yet cruel the next
