Halt that foolish endeavor,
face your reckless ways,
toying with feelings, however,
thinking no price to pay.

In moments dark, storms appear,
as light as a dandelion's flight,
my heartstrings strummed, oh what a jeer,
from yonder sky to core so tight.

Tell me, why use such abuse?

Love's arrow, oh it flies with fiery might,
but if it misses its mark, what a woeful plight,
wanderer, you'll dance in...