Nothing can prepare a person for a love that is real,
Quite sneaky it can be; your heart it will steal.
Love has many personalities,
Missing the concept of moralities.
If luck is on your side,
Two hearts decide to collide.
But luck comes only to some,
Leaving the rest of us thinking love is dumb and feeling numb.
Yet unrequited love is by far the most unfortunate,
When two hearts are disproportionate.
Loving someone who doesn't love you back,
Can really throw you off life's track.
This infectious love gets inside your head,
And sometimes you'll wish you were dead,
And sometimes your head will be full of dread,
And sometimes it will say things you'd wish you'd never said.
We are born a slave to love and we die love's slave.
