The Trouble With Love

The trouble with love is that it ends the thing about love how does it begin one sided or shared, shy or no fear love can be trouble, love can be trouble Why must we fall into it or lose it before we knew it that love was always there waiting to long it disappeared The trouble with love is it obsessive makes you possessive childishly regressive only to see it dismissive Love takes all your time wanting it solely thine becomes a must need showing your selfish greed All you do to get it anything you never regret it than the ecstasy becomes a bore lacking your desires explore Never satisfy, love is lacking that something you keep attracting and before love really even begins the trouble with love is that it ends.