Who can truly understand love?
They say love is a choice to make,
But my heart I’d rather forsake,
For loving unreturned is the worst woe thereof.

My soul cannot endure the ache,
Awaiting the day to see him appear,
My heart breaks as he leaves me here,
Longing for his warmth, a cruel mistake.

Let me guide you with this advice,
Don’t drive a nail out with another one,
For you may stay pierced, paying the price.

I know, for I have left love undone,
Time must heal the wounds it denies,
Yet love still paints life with color bright as the sun