Back to the thing called "love."
Again with the mystery
That confuses me and leaves
Dynamite placed within my mind.

It is funny how people say they
Want to "find" the love that's
Constantly talked about.
How can they "find" love
When who know's what it truly is.

Love is a ticking time bomb
Just not set with the time on it.
It jumps from 3 to 10 back down to 1
You never know when it will blow.

Oh the joy loves brings, but also
Love brings pain and suffering.

I am suffering in complete agony.
How long will I love but not be with
The one that I love in flesh.
For I am forever with her in spirit.

When will the waiting end,
Nights of loneliness cease to exist.
When will the joy begin again,
Or the anguish concludes its trip.
When will my heart stop bruising
My ribs, this bomb lay dormant again.
When will she return to me,
And these I hold stop leaving me.
O how I wish this bomb to explode.