O, love art an emotion fair indeed.
It promiseth to bring eternal bliss
With every sweet embrace and every kiss
For every soul, it fill'th the void of need.
Yet, love can be a foe, an evil whore!
True, at the moment, it will bring great joy
But in the end, it serves but to destroy
The person who once was, and so much more.

Now, thou must think before thou fall'st in love,
For reason art the key to stop the pain
Before it starteth. Yet, if every soul
Accomplisheth the task outlined above,
The beast of love would be tamed by the brain.
If only it were easy, such a goal!