Don't ask me 'what is love';
And how it alters the life;
How flowers blossom in the fall
And how it prevents the strife;
I know nothing of this sort
And it always let the seed of my dreams abort;
I don't worship it like before
For I've got nothing to restore;
Let it deceive you my friends
And bind you with the countless miseries
But I shall not loose my mind to it
Cause I am aware of its luring trickeries;
And let me not be a prey of this charming predator
For in this world of false affection
I am content to live as a hater.



© Saba