Love is an enigma, it hurts not.
It harbors a myriad thoughts and emotions
In the crucible of privacy
Yet one cannot fathom
How insipid the world would be without it,
Instead, young men love with hyperative fronzy
True unconditional love hurts not
It tears through the frail fabric of mortality
But in the darkest hours
In the deepest pits of despair
At the fading of the last ray of hope
A young man will shy away from love
After staying in such a cruel world of love,
Promises are not contracts,
Kisses are not assurances
Sweet words are not guarantees
Big hugs are not bonds
A fairly tale, it aint young men’s love lies
If it aint true, crucify me
