I’m in love with love but I’d hate to be

One of those silly girls who fail to see

That love is destructive to all that it touch

It is like an old nail that eventually rusts.

In truth I know I sound like a bitter woman scorned

And I know some of you are torn

You want to believe that true love is true

And I’m sure there a million like you

There’s nothing wrong in wanting to believe

I guess I myself am much to damaged to recieve

The kind of love I seem to be void of.