In this war of love

Anything goes

You can’t escape

You’re bound to passion

Trapped in its prison

And you grow sick-

Love sick-

As you become pale and weak

Cupid laughs

Amused at your disease

Holding his bow and arrow

Triumphantly

And watching you bleed-

Unwillingly you moan

Moan for the one you yearn

And your heart beats

An uneven staccato

A stupid heart

That never listens to reason-

A prisoner of hate

You must confess

Unless you want to die

In love’s wicked grip