Love is horrid, Love is bad.
Love is delightful, Love is great.
But for me its all the above.
You see I thought I found the perfect mate.

My love for her still remains.
That is the bad because it tears me apart.
I just wish these feeling would leave.
Because it breaking my weakend heart.

To faithum the idea of not haveing her,
Is like thinking of a bullet to the head.
I sometimes think she feels the same way,
but I know its just my mind being missled.

She said the words "I love you"
and my heart started to race.
I started to wonder can this be real?
And i knew it was when she was in my embrace.

Unfortunately I got hit with reality.
I uncoverd her dark world, her dark mask.
So now I sit here in darkness...
And know I am not up for this task.

Love is horrid, Love is bad.
Love is delightful, Love is great.
So now I ask what is love?
It is a portal to your fate.