Oh boy you fell in love!
A sickness of old; a drug unfound,
If the dice is thrown right
It will be everlasting flight, if not
It's another tormented nights.

Love is war—they're never been more wise,
Take up your weapons as faced it unprepared
You'll end up with a thousand year stare;
Only in legend there is a paradise.

Now here's an advise:
Pull that arrow shot by Cupid;
It will make you stupid,
Keep your brain cause he always misses.


© g.sloth