Love is a bitter pill you are willing to take
The qualms of anguish you are willing to partake
Being happy for him for love’s own dear sake
That your own happiness, you are willing to forsake.
His smile could quickly dry a bed of tears,
His laughter an oasis that life could truly bears,
Just a sight of him cleanses the dearth of tears,
An unexplainable attachment that a young lady shares.
