Dear love, you're so sweet,
A constant ache, a heart that beats.
You bring us joy, and endless pain,
A never-ending rollercoaster ride, what a gain.
You're a rose, with thorns so fine,
A beautiful mess, that's simply divine.
You'll make us cry, and scream, and sigh,
But we'll still come back, like a fool, and ask why.
You're a game, we can't win,
A puzzle, with missing pieces within.
But we'll play along, with a hopeful heart,
And pretend that love's a work of art.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 5:20 PM UTC
Dear love, you're so sweet,
A constant ache, a heart that beats.
You bring us joy, and endless pain,
A never-ending rollercoaster ride, what a gain.
You're a rose, with thorns so fine,
A beautiful mess, that's simply divine.
You'll make us cry, and scream, and sigh,
But we'll still come back, like a fool, and ask why.
You're a game, we can't win,
A puzzle, with missing pieces within.
But we'll play along, with a hopeful heart,
And pretend that love's a work of art.
Love is indeed a tough game.