We as lovers are unaware
Of all the dangers we must fare
Introducing love is such a chore
Not like in old folk lore
It always ends with happily ever after
Not like true life, with the loss of true laughter
So why is it that we even try
To obtain that one, sweet piece of pie
It's because we've set our goals
Just like the kick, between the poles
The ball may go in, you may fall in love
But even then, when push comes to shove
You gotta do what feels right, for yourself or for others
Because we should treat one another, like sisters or brothers
In doing just that, you'll feel so bold
Just like the folk tale that's never been told
Of the girl who did not have a happily ever after
She lost it all, including her laughter
No knight in shining armour, ever came
To take away, this sweet dame
She was left alone, up in her tower
Left shedding her tears, giving the world a shower
If that story has but one moral, it would be hence
Force known, that there's not always a prince
To pick you up when you're down, you'll just fall alone
Singing by yourself, with no other tone
Love can be found in this world we live in
it's just never as easy as "start, ****** fin"
There will only be build-up, to the eventual point
Where two lives become one, they become joint
Together in the harmony we know as love
'Tis almost as sweet as the one silver dove
Whom flies atop our lives so clear
And sees that spot, by the pier
Where you met them, the one that you loved
You'll never forget, the way that they shoved
They shoved so hard, you, right into the water
Yet you both found the time, to share eachother's laughter
'Twas merely a joke, you both would say
Before continuing, on your merry way
You loved eachother, like no other
But pretty soon it became a bother
You shared common interests, but not common goals
The more you learned of eachother, you dug deeper holes
What you thought was true love, was merely a sham
What you thought was a bear, was merely a lamb
Whom you thought was your love, was merely a pawn
Whom you thought that you were, was merely a fawn
Some try too young, to find that true love
That they fall behind, the one silver dove
Whom flies above our lives so clear
Pulling ahead, tear after tear
We as lovers, are unaware
These are but a few of the dangers, we must fare