Love oh love,
How we’ve made a tasteless mockery
What’s a shameless fling,
or parasocial debauchery?
A disgrace of decency,
Or lack of self respect!
such degeneracy,
Only serves to expose
A generation of depravity.
Oh My love,
How you’ve lost your name
To a wretched wench
Acting to be the same.
Where is your splendor
Where is your meaning?
You deserve better
For the hearts that you’ve won,
That you keep beating.
Love oh love,
They have tarnished your ways
But it is not your fault they use you like this.
You have always been good,
For you have not changed.
Your truest form remains pure,
even to this day.
Only the people no longer seek you,
just the fraud in your place,
pretending to be your equal.
Love, dearest love,
someday I’ll find true,
Love, truest love,
Keep me close to you.