A Perpetual sorrow
that lies in their marrow
Sending chills up their spine
Almost like fear every time
Why does heartbreak have such effect?
Don't we know no one is perfect?
We all search for our scarlet flower
Yet all we find is a taste so sour
Why does love lead to despair?
and also lead to no where...
what ever happened to the damsel in distress?
Who's arm we would constantly lay a rest,
Does the word "gentleman" mean nothing nowadays?
Has our efforts gone to waste?