Love is a terrible thing-
The heart breaks to thousand pieces
Thousand of wishes spread across the ocean like dust
The anguish and guilt of shameless thoughts are burnt
Ashes suppressing concealed hunger and desires
Of hidden blushes and flirtatious eyes

Love is a terrible thing-
Un-return, the heart shatters
Heartfelt thunders soon follow lonesome rain drops,
The angels are crying, oh how I love you so,
The words’ used and tossed like a sack of rice
The birds, not at church, are feeding in the park

Love is a terrible thing-
The emotions evoked unseen thoughts
A cocoon of bashful feelings
Dreams and hopes burned like a witch
In Salem’s town square, I long and prayed
No answer, what have I done wrong?

Love is a terrible thing-
For once the heart knows and recognizes
It kinship, it travels across time and space
No doubt, a heart sits and waits for its better half
Neither wealth nor beauty can play a foul game

Love in the end is a terrible thing-
For now that I had a taste, I want no other
I would wait and affirm the rightful heir to my heart
Thousand of wishes, and thousand of kisses,
All left unshared, concealed in vivid purity

Love is a terrible thing-
For sure when the heart stops beating
Love will continue, diffusing no patience for death
Love will continue, until better souls meet half way—again.
Love is a terrible thing- for once the heart experience love
It settles for no less, contentment plays no part.