• Love is two ways,
    Sometimes it pays
    And sometimes it haunts your days.
    It can be as sweet as a rose
    And flow all the way down to your toes,
    Or sometimes it can p***k like a thorn
    And leave you to mourn.
    Love is two ways,
    Some see it and get lost in their gaze
    And others hope to repay,
    The hate and the anger they feel
    And are forced, by the it's weight, to kneel.
    But is always there around us,
    So try not to make such a fuss
    And accept it was it is
    And try to feel it warm fizz
    That it makes in all,
    Like that first day of Fall.
    Love is two ways,
    Sometimes it pays
    And sometimes it haunts your day.