Love is a wondrous feeling, Once you feel it, Once you are into it, Once you experience it. Your spirit is in cloud nine, Your heart beats a thousand times, Your body is electrecouted by an unknown electrical current, Your face blooms with a flower hath for dew. But love is not always a happy thing. Storms come and ravish the clouds. Winds stops the beating of the heart. Thunder switches of the electrical current. Rain wilts the newly-bloomed flower. Thus the wondrous feeling, Turns into tumultuous pain. Tears flow, While contemplating of The love that never was.