Love's Sting

Be careful of that time that may come
When you are weak enough to haul a tanker at someone,
When you are obedient enough to violate the principles you stand for,
When you are fearful enough to plant a blade in someone,
When you are sane enough to walk with your head and think with your legs,
To call a death cliff comfort zone,
To call your destiny a destroyer,
To prefer a six feet to a six-by-six.

Love could be a nuisance
But certainly you must be the boss of your own emotions
Everyone falls flat; but still kissing the floor
Makes you a victim of stampede
Only one antidote is there to this nuisance,
Start again: I mean-it never happened!