Two hearts,
Beating afresh
Two stars,
Shining their best

Another one enters
Unbeknownst to the other,
Inundating the deceptor with incredulous *** and love letters
Causing the bond of two hearts to assunder

It's a game of the head
Feeling skin with fingertips
Entangled in a messy bed
******* on tender, lying lips

You look at her, your Queen of Love
You caress her cheek
Saying she was sent from Above
Yet, your love grows weak

For lust is your pursuit
You wrap it up and call it love
But call it by it's fruit
What is rotten cannot be love

For fear is the thing that makes love a game
You hold onto dying concepts, breeding strife
And try to convince yourself you still feel the same
As the day this angel walked into your life

But you put this Angel through Hell
And within the fire her heart has gone cold
You cast your hypnotic lover's spell
And she desperately clawed for it back, even selling her soul

But what is love,
If just a game
Shrouded in mystery,
But what if love is--

Merely vain.