Love's No Joke

As teardrops fall on one fragile face,
a sudden gust of fear blew
upon a misunderstood place.
Drip, drop, the raindrops make.
As the hour passes and more faith fades.
Sitting by the window sill,
a lovely face stood.
Waiting for the one that made her a fool.
Behold a maiden so fair and tall
broken into despair and hatred and all.
Some say Love is just a fantasy.
A game to people who has nothing to be.