Such a bittersweet emotion
That corrupts the human mind.
It drives some who fall under its spell crazy,
But for others it makes them blind.
What is love? Does it really exist,
Or is it just an optical illusion that forever plays tricks?
Who is love meant for?
Is it meant for me
Or is it meant for you?
Who will love claim next as its victim?
You or me?
The answer: you,
For I know of its tricks.
I know of its cruel unforgiving jokes.
I know how deep the abyss,
That shall consume you in its cold, dark, lifeless
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