I never begged it,
Never was I taught.
But I returned it for sure,
A debt that I was taught.
What is Love?
Never understood at all,
Still gave a muse,
Never got it return at all.
Should I expect it?
Never was I taught.
Is it only for divines?
And duty for nobles?
Is it when you are happy?
Or when you care none but them?
Was I only the unworthy?
Appears true, sadly.
It is meaningless I guess,
Unfair trade for comfort,
To escape cage of despair,
Oh love, am I the one insane?