Love happens at first sight
And love is blind.
With eyes or without eyes
Love may not happen
And it might.

It is the best thing
Which ever happened to me.
It ruined my life.
Left scars on my body
My career, left and right.

Love is a beautiful feeling
Which ends in happily ever after.
Or they never saw each other again.
Still wished good and prayed
In darkness for other's light.

It is an ambition spark,
To make jovial men serious,
Work hard towards crazy goals.
And a potion for grave looking
To laugh with delight.

Love is the best form
Of punishment one can give
To innocent souls, trusting in nature
Who tricked by the cruel world
Don't seek revenge or fight.

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again