Little problem named Love

Why does love present?

How does it strike peoples heart without them realising it?

Does naughty little cupid playing with his arrow again?

Love

makes our heart beats faster,

makes butterflies in stomach,

makes palm sweaty,

makes us warm and glow

Love,

too makes us shed tears,

too makes us lose hope,

too makes us frusfrated,

too makes us go crazy,

It makes our world turns around.

Why do people goes through heartache and suffering?

Why does it had to be so hard?

One little thing could destroy everything