A web of cracks appear on my heart
As though I'm being run over by a cart
My heart is torn between right and wrong,
Between what it needs and what is strong
For the cruel reason; that it loves

Many a day I have spent weaving
The golden threads of life, heaving
But as time goes by, all unravels
By people who are all but rivals
For the cruel reason ; that it loves

Though people don't see that I am dazed
I keep eyes, like the leader, unfazed
Striving to be strong, though mind screams not
I skewer my way, through the forest, beroft
For I can no longer listen, to my heart

For the cruel reason ; that it loves
But yet, it loves