LOVE.

Because it is without any care,

The supremacy it has is beyond compare;

It's shoved and torn and twisted about,

To suit the needs of a mental cloud.

To define, no-one can;

It comes and goes to fit its own plans:

The results, to what it brings

Is up to how natural and mature the situation is.

Words are used when it doesn't work out,

Excuses are made on a practical roundabout;

But if you think you don't need to think

When it happens to you,

You feel the full sting:

A chance for a permanent secure ending.