Our love is a hell of a ride,
Yet, it is our pride.
The reality of our love are gallows,
Therein lies the peril to our souls.
Our love is a plight,
Though, it’s our shelter for the rainy nights,
But we keep standing in the rain,
For we know it is our bane.
Our love is our heartbeat,
It’s the song we sing without beats,
It’s our rhythm and blues,
Though, it has made us numb and blue.
Our love is pain,
Yet, in it we feel sane.
In its plight we made our troth,
Because our love is nuts.