Love....

[ruffnrowdygal]

Love is your friend,
Love is your foe,
It can bring you happiness
It can bring you woe.

It can cause you joy
As it causes you sadness.
So how may I ask
Can people put up with this madness?

Is it the tears of happiness
Or the tears of sorrow,
That make people sick
If they don't see them tomorrow?

Love is a gentle
Yet harsh kind of feeling,
It will hurt you badly
While it works its healing.

Love is not a Guy
Or Girl kind of thing,
It can take things away
With the good things it may bring.

Love can take forever
As it happens so quick,
And it makes you so happy
It'll make you sick.

You can talk forever
And still not know what to say.
It can change from sweet to sour
In the length of a day.