Love, why do we call it love?
A fatal fight,
Love to hate,
Hate to love,
Dangers of crossing fire that is certain
to burn, why do I disguise my soul, so no one will know,
not even you,
The one I so desire his return,
A blanket of sheer determination,
Yet lost hope,
From this mere something we call love,
Will he ever give this love the chance that it deserves?
Denied with unspoken words,
O er I whisper too low for his return.
