The mind is a wandering thing,
Waiting to be taken a wing,
Of evil or good- it cares not,
As long as there's a feeling of fitting in a spot.

The heart is an imaginary place,
That emotions spread to the face,
It causes death and pain,
In which many try to avoid in vain.
Love is a necessary evil.

Why does the heart hurt?
The anger and sadness of a flirt.
What is love anyway?
It is a wonderful thing that is taken away.
Love is a necessary evil.


The human soul is consuming,
One day love- next fuming.
Love doesn't last very long,
But it's what makes us strong.
Love is a necessary evil.