Love, they say is a beautiful thing
Like the first ray of sunshine
A bed of roses, A beautiful dream
Like the feeling of ecstacy or a misty sleep
The never-ending, the joyful scream
But what about those who find it a chaos
A Chaos, extreme, thunderous, a walking nightmare
And yet puts you to sleep
Like a lover's first kiss or a ruminating steam

Love, they say is a joyous theme
Like the first drop of rain ...