the poor prognosis of love
A condition called love is the most dangerous of them all
The problem with this, is it is unpreventable
Suddenly it makes you stop and to that girl you fall
However, to win her heart to me it seems impossible
Well in my case, the prognosis is unfavorable
Worst is, no matter how I relieve the pain, its intractable
This feeling I have inside becomes miserable
The result is, it progresses and becomes unmanageable
The cause of this is idiopathic
Oftentimes it seems asymptomatic
In my case it severely hurts & makes me weak
Metastasizes all over, it makes me more sick
I lost my antidote now I am impossible to treat
Defense mechanisms I used but it never seized
The least I can do is just to deny it
Pretend I am fine, to her love I quit
With her absence the treatment is palliative
Transplant of a new heart may possibly make me live
That is why in myself I just have to believe
Someone will come; all this agony will be relieved
By: Jonnel Musngi
