Love, a powerful and mysterious thing;
Like when you know someone loves you and you feel something,
Not something voluntarily, but from the heart,
Like its telling you not to part,
For you shall not have the safety and care they bring.
They care for you,
But that you knew;
Don't forget,
For this you can not bet;
That they will not forget you.
You can love as many people as you want,
But they might be more nonchalant,
Thinking you as a toy,
The water pouring busboy;
And, with two women at his fingertips, away he flaunts.
