Love is a sickly word, yet accepted by many
Love is a huge responsibility, yet perfected by many
My heart cries out in joy and pain
Too heavy the load, it tries out in vain
Sometimes I wish I had no one to love
To ease the load this word poured
I wish sometimes to be on my own
To be at peace,and not have to roam
To fend for one,and not for two
To have all I earned, and not just a few
How can this word 'love' bring so much pain,yet so much joy?
To bring happiness, and yet destroy?
I'm sick and tired,really
Of being an old hillbilly
With this silly illusion
And being thrown into constant confusion
I'm not hating on love, no
But I just need to know
Why it makes you glow
Makes you stand on your tip toe
And later on, offer you a blow
That stings hard like a hit
From a master in taekwondo
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