Love's Dark Side

St. Valentine is for love,
But only a few know,
That he's also for plague,
Because he want to show,
That they're close connected,
Once you love, you're infected.

Love doens't need to fall apart,
Just to make you bleed,
If you fall too hard,
You won't get what you need.

If you miss someone,
You'll fell like dying.
If you lost someone,
You'll find yourself crying.

It'll surely make you smile,
But once it falls to dust,
You will cry yourself to sleep
And your love will rust.

So why can one thing
Be so bad and so good?
If I had the chance to quit,
I surely know I would.