an icy strangeness, so divine.

It grips your heart and tears your mind

and illusion caresses your soul.

As paranoia slowly creeps,

your passion starts to flow so deep.

But love plays dangerous games for keeps

and wisdom has no role.

For love can surely blind your eyes

and wear a friendly, kind disguise,

then steal emotions and hypnotize.

On the trusting it takes it's toll.

For endless binds are what we seek.

Hope for the lowly and faith for the weak,

when suddenly, lying lips will speak

of passion for evermore.

But people seem to need this state,

so blindly on they test their fate.

Their own soul they'll willingly violate,

and succumb to the pains of love.