What's this thing you call love
Makes you mad soon enough
Swimming in it, day and night
But nothing seems to go right
Expensive gifts and insomnia
To hear them call you "Dear"
Wasted words and emotion
For much unwanted commotion
Haddaway even wrote a song
And I don't think he was wrong
But sometimes you must ask
If it's truly an impossible task
Love can easily be misconstrued
Just come to my neighborhood
You'll see and surely come to trust
That love is oft confused with lust
The stories and tales of epic romance
Putting us in a dream-like trance
And it pains me to break it to you
They're mostly fictional and not true
Set in wonderful dance and colour
Nothing could possibly ever be truer
Let the feel-good emotions dissipate
Soon, real-life will habitually irritate
So, don't fall for the epic tales
They're lies like big fat whales
Designed only to mesmerize
Stealing your abilities to analyze
If love you must, then love thyself
With good food, company and health
Don't lose yourself and get old
Forever chasing what's fool's gold
By
Vampire
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