The Lovely Maze

My life a maze of emotion,
A map does not exist.
For love, and grief, and endless strife,
My soul can not resist.

Every time I think of you,
This maze does weave and weave.
With every thought I have of you,
My love does cease to leave.

What must I do to comprehend,
This maze I have created.
At last! At last! I understand,
This love can not be sated!

Some plan of action I must take,
To find my true loves calling.
And so I bid myself farewell,
Because forever I will be falling.