Love

If love is a lie I long to be deceived To be drug through the trenches of sweet treachery If love is lunacy, in its angry asylum,I long to be 4ever trapped Like sick ones in straight jackets whose hearts and heads have snapped If love is lethal I long to be injected Let the sweet turn to sour Let the pretty turn to poison In love I look,listen,and I learn that every rose has a thorn and every road has a turn Love left me scorned in the third degree Love is not cheap,easy,or free Still night after night and day after day...on the wild wings of love I can rise and fly away