Love is the feeling,
that grips your heart,
clenches your gut,
and makes you cry.

I don't know how,
it seems worthwhile.
With all the jealousy and pain,
what's the use?

But when you'r ein,
it's inescapable grasp,
you need it,
and you never want it to end.

I have lost my love,
somewhere down this long hard path called life.
I call for him and search for him,
but he has fallen under the spell of another.

Now I sit here and cry,
thinking of him and others like him,
but they all seem far too hard to grasp,
most are taken, not knowing what could have been.

Will I ever love again?