Love is not a pleasure
Although there are many temptations around
When in heavy heart when carrying the burden of trust
But when it's in the blood it becomes a lust filled with false desires
When in the brain becomes paralyzed due to helpless logic
Suddenly the desire always wants to be in power
But when remembering to the owner the love of desire it goes without saying goodbye
Love is a beautiful taste but skip the door of suffering first
Because if without being tested how can love it be measured
I can only accept there is no need to understand but live
I refuse to think because that thought is so vile.
I just want to trace what's in my heart.
I'm just his wish.