Love

Sometimes

  I think

    Love is easy,

      A game to keep busy

        For all,

         Girls and boys.



Sometimes

   I really think

     Love is a nightmare,

       Snarling at the face of a lover,

         Each time

           I dare to get a kiss.



Sometimes

   I am quite sure

     Love is bliss

       For one with money-skin

         Or a bobby cheerful smile.