Thoughts of an Eccentric Author

The Game Called Love

Call me stupid, call me foolish
Think of me as immature and childish
For me to love you, this I did not expect,
You of all people, I did not even suspect!

Love, a thing I find very annoying
You're not alone, even I hate this feeling
This feeling of joy, bliss, and jealousy,
Oh, please! This is really unnecessary!

Loving my rival, what the hell?!
For my most hated person I fell
I have an idea, why not treat this feeling as a game?
In which the first to give in shall earn the loser's name?

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I don't even know where this came from...