Love is a riddle with no answer;
But a necessity it is for a man;
To possess and to give out love;
Bringing inspiration and hope;
But love may be;
The thorn of the rose;
Inflicting pain and bringing misery;
Making the wisest man a silly fool;
And weakens the strongest man;
It comes on to you;
when you least expects it;
And it may leave you;
when you needed it most;
Some finds eternal happiness;
While some could only feel the pain;
True hearts and sincere vows;
And those sweet deceiving words;
Are all part of the game;
Love with an open heart;
And give it out with no conditions;
You may be the finder of a true heart;
