Who's this 'love', acclaims to be so great?
It's existence only brings depression, upon losing one's mate
If truly, your gate has no faith in fate
Then, I don't want to pass through your gate.
Said to be blind, and yet, needed in all race
What's so great about love that gives heartache, even to the Ace?
Please! warn my heart, not to leave a space
I better lower my gaze and tie my lace.
Love comes at a cost to incur a price
Which leaves a gallant soldier, no choice
Didn't he make sacrifice, so that; we may rise?
I don't know if I'm brave enough to pay the price.
With so much pain conjured in my tears
With so much bitterness that my bile bears
Nothing to show that someone cares
Or, is it "whom to trust"?