Love is complex;
     it is not fair;
     and is filled with vex.
Love means to dare.


Love is rare;
   it is filled with bliss;
   and happiness making you want to just stare/
Love is best shown with a kiss.


Love is to miss
   someone you adore dearly,
   causing you to reminisce.
Love is to care fiercely.


Love is like the sun,
   especially when it is with your special one.

I do wonder why you chose me,
     Could it be my foreign looks,
     Or perhaps you wanted to add an Asian to your books
Why on earth indeed, especially when you're free?
I hope it's because we're destined to be,
     But I feel as if I'm on a hook.
     This feels surreal just like out of a book;
I do wonder how you love me.
  I have a volatile mind,
       That will not cease doubts
  From overflowing until I'm out-shined.
  I feel drained from being entwined
        With my thoughts, hoping for that final knockout.
        Hoping for all this to end - yes, I know I'm a sellout.
  But this is my life; I will not be out-shined.

When will you realise that I'm tired?
That our relationship has expired?
You seem to have ceased
caring. I exist,
I was once alive and desired