Love's a Pain

(Verse 1) Jane Austen whispers, love's a gentle game, A look, a smile, and nothing's the same. Oscar Wilde jokes, love's a riddle to solve, A mystery that keeps us involved. (Chorus) Oh, the mysteries of love, so wide and so deep, In our hearts, these secrets we keep. From Shakespeare's plays to the wild moors we roam, Love hurts us, and love brings us home. (Verse 2) Edgar Allan Poe's love is dark and bold, A story of love that never gets old. Emily Dickinson shows love's quiet power, In love's hold, every minute's an hour. (Bridge) Pablo Neruda paints love bright and strong, A maze where all our hearts belong. Maya Angelou tells of love's rising day, In love's force, we find our way. (Chorus) Oh, the mysteries of love, so wide and so deep, In our hearts, these secrets we keep. From Shakespeare's plays to the wild moors we roam, Love hurts us, and love brings us home. (Outro) Rumi says love's a flame that always burns, A dance of the universe that turns and turns. Through love's mysteries, we fly and we fall, With the poets' words, we feel it all.