A song of old times
Few words with no rhyme
A question on every soul’s mind
An answer I’m yet to find.

Why’s love so elusive
Give me an answer conclusive
It’s allure hard to resist
Yet heartbreaks scream, desist

One two, try
But some hands will still pry
You hurt and you cry
While your heart bleeds dry

A moment you in the high sky
You convince your heart to fly
Too close to the sun and you fry
Drop harder than before, sigh