Poem

If lord you could define love, it would be better not to love, I wonder how it makes a man wander from land to land, in search of whom loves better. 

How do you decide which way

Before you decide to love

When it comes as waylay

Ooh, the love that steals one soul

When it seems to fade in latter

Then the souls peace no better

Oftenly getting mad due to feelings

Which seem to mock your heart