Love, a fickle and demanding Master,
Takes from your heart and soul,
Making you surrender all control,
And more often then not ends in disaster.
It demands and perverts the mind,
Making one enamored with 'the one,'
Blinds to their faults as if they're the sun,
Making promised to each other that bind.
Then life and love dawns to reality,
And they become their true self
And love turned into a fatality,
With sad little to do for help.
When love is at the wheel
Your only hope is just to feel
