See, see how versatile is that known as love
It begins today and makes you fly high
As early as tomorrow, it readily takes a forbidden drive
The day after, it shall answer the question, "do you?" with nay
See you somehow how is it a futility
Always does it make one feel so needy
Always does it make one dream of grand castles
Always does it end after going through grand battles
Famous is that quote which says that love turns to hate
When such happens, you do wonder about your choice of a mate
It bothers you to such an extent
That you get lost in your own torment
In just a moment, life turns into nothingness
All for the sake of that one love
Those sparks of bliss which have turned to bitterness
Oh surely for those first beats of that heart you do crave!
But, hey, what is it that I do hear
To ashes you have sent your peer
With a cruel twist of your mind
You have sinfully left the agreed line!
Love, the beautiful word for that known as lust
Is it still today, for the innocents, an object of must
I simply choose to keep myself away
If the threat of being lethally mauled is at bay!
Would you blame it on the mindset?
Are you agreeable to this new facet?
That feminism mixed with a culture not too favorable for the man
Turns him into Macbeth, right after he has just soiled his hand?
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