Love is like a magic trickYou know you are getting fooled, but still, you stand in lineAnd pay to see it again and again.

For love, we live For love, we dieFor love, we dream and get ready to be lied

Your memory whips harder than your betrayal!

There must be a connection with these skiesthat I can't utterOh! dying skylet my love be this melancholy and my lover be this aloof!

Love is a chameleon It changes, it adapts But sadly survives when you want it dead

Love has no cure, only prescriptions.

A shadow has no relativeshe is universally orphan