Love
Love
She is a partial brat
Only with a few she wishes to chat
She doesn't arrive when we expect her
It's all sudden, mark my words
She comes and goes like the snap of a finger
Or for a long time, on to you, she will linger
Annoying, sometimes she is
Yet, she is the only thing that keeps you alive
At times, you look for her, but you cant find!
You call for her, behaving very kind
She doesn't come, she is lost
When she is lost, your soul disappears, looking for her
Note: "she" is referred to as love