Kill it quick,
this love,
this love that is bursting out of control.
Kill it quick and take a hold of your soul,
and take a hold of your heart,
before it is shattered into pieces,
and you are left in the dark,
because romance is a deadly art,
and when Eros fires its arrows,
do not hesitate to duck,
because if you have a weak constitution,
now what good is love,
because love so often it treats you so badly,
and it tramples all over your heart,
and it will cut you up and it will disturb your mind,
and it will ridicule you,
for love it can render you blind.
So, kill it quick and do not give it time,
because it does not matter if you have a weak heart,
and a weak mind,
because love is always a gamble,
and love is rarely a joyful thing,
so, walk on into the sun,
because you most likely will be better off,
without the pain and without the suffering,
of which you wish you could explain.
