Oh, love, you crazy thing
Pain you take and pain you bring.
Harsh honesty, that’s all you’ve ever been.  
A brutal mirror of the hope within.

To love, to love, the poets cried
The beauty, the wonder, the glory inside
Oh god, to love, it’s the only desire!
That as if to say death is best by fire.

Ah, love, the sweet taste of spring
The blind man can see, the deaf man can sing.
But beware the storms of summer love
You can’t see the thunder that lurks above.

To love, to hope, to dream, to gain
Like summer snow or winter rain
One moment flawless, the next it’s gone
Forever never seemed so long.

Promise made and promise broke
The silent dread of newfound hope,
The kind you know will just be shattered
The promise never really mattered.

The beauty of the rose in bloom
That hides the thorns of lurking doom
To love, to love, to fly or fall
Tis better that, than not love at all.