All of us know that Love is really blind,
But how do we know our hearts are not?
If it was up to Cupid you'll find,
That Love is something I haven't got.
There are forces in this World that are good,
But many are evil and most are cruel.
This I believe you finally understood,
That it was something we weren't taught in school.
Love can't be taught it can only be learned,
Because of the heartache and the pain.
We should have all the love stories be burned,
Before the whole thing starts over again.
Let us give cheers to the last dying poet,
For we are jealous that he truly knows it.
