the stubbornness of love just couldn't be stopped
even if hurts and tears have crushed you aback
love keeps on pulling and keeps on pushing
to lure you to the depths where there's no turning

in the eyes of love there is sure to be a reason
to keep the fire burning in the heart of a person
the emotional trauma of keeping it inside
but never able to burn the heart you desired

when you start to hate the love you have
that's the time love is more stubborn than not
the subtleties of loving fades into the oblivion
and hate is all but love that heeds all caution

it is simpler to pull stars from their silent abode
than cooling the ardent pyre in a heart unsowed
but love is not so lucid and not a mere annoyance
its reason is just not easily seen at a forlorn glance

so do you at last stay or do you vainly flee?
or do you let your heart guide you to the sea?
to drown in depression or drown in love
whichever you choose there's still woe to have