Bringing among us the most unpredictable sensations,
Love is ugly, foul
Do not trust a heart’s strange vibrations,
Run, hide; beware it’s prowl.
Ferocious and unforgiving
It taunts, then lashes at the soul.
This is why I pity the living,
We fall for Love’s irresistible hole.
But if I were to fall for Love,
Our icy fingers would intertwine.
Dancing to the call of the mourning dove,
This Love would be all mine.
And finally I would feel it’s electricity,
The fire running up through my veins.
Curing my heart’s toxicity,
I finally see the beauty in the pain