There is no direction that a heart can take,
there is no direction that a heart can take,
that can never truly leave it free of heartache,
yes, there is no direction that a heart can take,
no direction that will speed you away,
from the chance of pain,
and mental pain,
no direction at all except to be totally alone,
and even if you do not love someone,
then you can fall out of love with friends,
and you can have disagreements with those that you love,
and it can be apocryphal,
for love is a fickle thing,
and the most beautiful and the most painful,
and the most sensational thing,
and when filled with passion,
humour, intellect and wit, how great it is,
and how magical,
and that is how it should be and how special it is,
but how much heartache there is with love,
how much heartache,
and how excruciating the loss of love is,
and how often it happens sadly,
and how intense it can be, for it can drive you into insanity,
and that is as destructive as anything in life that can be,
and I wish I could avoid it,
but the chances of that are a gamble,
when you put your heart on the line,
looking for a romantic love,
and when you think you have a true love,
along comes surprise,
and smashes love into pieces before your eyes,
and such tears you cry, such tears.
Oh, if only love was easy,
but it never is unfortunately,
so, when love comes to me,
I always cross my fingers behind my back,
because, because it seems the most sensible act.
