Love is an evil little thing
Sitting on my fragile chest
Clawing at my broken ribs
And gnawing on my tender breast
Love is what leaves my naive mind
Absent of all smart
And pumps ice through my veins
To stop my feeble heart
Love is your perfect hands
Wrapped tight around my throat
Squeezing out my secret song
And not caring for a single note
Love is such a gentle kiss
That leaves such a dark aching mark
Scaring me for an eternity
Draining my trembling body of it's spark
