Love with many faces
Love is such a distant thing
But yet, it is so close
A stabbing knife pircing at the skin
But healing the broken hearted
And lifting up the weakend soul
Love is such a strange, usual thing
That has many tricks and treats
It has a master game plan
Whether you know the grand plays or not
Love is such a wise thing
So, treat it with respect
Do not trick love
For you would not like to be tricked in return
Treat love as a very decilate, fragile flower
For that is what it truly is