The subject of love,
Is a confusing thing.
When you believe you've found it
All you want to do is sing.
But there's a subtle fact-
Which no one likes to admit...
It consists of pain and tears
And that lasts for more than abit.
So just remember,
The lonely, quiet nights
And what you went through;
All those mental fights.
Keep what you have found,
In hope you don't have to go through the process again.
Hold on to the one you love,
Because in search for love more than 80% is pain!