Love serves only to make senses maligned
Nevertheless, I hear love's savage roars
Chilling breezes aim to cache and confine
A composition of misaligned chords
An arrangement of diminished sevenths
Cacophonies of drums left unignored
Symphonies cutting with such strong presence
One's chest begins to constrict with torture
Upon hearing the endless orchestra
Yet, departure is augmented horror
Fools say balance of this is formula
And yet, the sagacious have named it love?
I say, they have never lost their beloved
