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