Life is just like a bus ride,
trudges on,
bumps on,
rocks on,
moves on...
Rain or shine,
it still moves on...
Swerving away blocks,
within its means...
Its just like life...
so...
simple...
yet with additional material added...
can become so complex...
I don't see it...
That reason...
That thing...
That theory...
That concept...
That figure of imagination...
Something they call...
Love...

I don't see it...
All my friends do...
Why don't i?
Why is it that i don't?
Why is it so...
They all have the common topic,
I'm the only odd one out...
because,
a bee can only sting once...
after you take its honey...

Thy sting, shalt sting me again...
but not today,
not tomorrow...
but why, and oh
it just hurts so bad...
its worse than venom...
its worse than cramps...
its worse that nightmares...
It hurts... because
i don't want to admit it...

Its not easy to admit,
because its hurt me before
Its not easy to submit,
because it might hurt again afterall...
Love...
Four letters, but numerous meanings...
Love, love
love, love, love, love....