Love is not easy to make

Even with all the ingredients in place

Some loves are not worthy of a mention

Other love stories are of the type

That belongs on the front pages

A type that is meant to be on the billboards

A love story that deserves to be talked out

And I will leave it for you to decide

If that's a good or a bad thing

It is a double-edged sword, isn't it?

The type of love story we belong in

Complicated beyond measure

I have to measure; to weigh it out

I have to know if I am hated more than loved

Because I'm Libra - a rising one

And I calculate everything - every sum

As love could be casual - familiar

Like putting your jeans on in the morning

Before your walk of shame

Love is such gangster

Armed with dynamite and guns...