Traitor Being Us

When it comes to love Do we all know what is love in the first place? We would say anything to prove our worth Just so of love we thought so to chase… And when it comes to sex Do we know what is sex to uncover its mystery? How often do we misuse love for that way to relax Just so of sex to grow up from reality… Men in their days craving for Women in their ways to await so Whether sex or love, after or before Our minds belong the traitor we willingly enfold There just isn’t a one good form in doing Even the most blissful of marriage has its flaw Is there honestly a perfect bond to be revising? Or must we always admit to be humans afterall I guess we never will know what to do And there never will be a future to learn from Humans to humanity is everyone to someone a fool And the irony perhaps, is of this world we share to belong