Its a blast from the past, its a shot from the future.
It makes your heart race, it brings your heart to dead stop.
It helps you stand up strong, it knocks you down hard.
It makes you fly high, it makes you crash and burn.
It makes you jump for joy, it makes you curl up in a ball of depression.
Its passive and friendly, its cruel and aggressive.
It gives you warm, cuddly feelings in your chest, it rips your beating heart from between your lungs.
It gives you wings that of a beautiful angle, it crumples those wings into that of a demon.
It whispers in your ear, "I love you.", it screams in your face, "I hate you."
In all its perfection and faults, with all its extremes and flows, its loopholes and deadly twists,
this is the way of Love's Machinations.