...

Stepping out into the open,
Stepping out into the light.
Disregarding the heart once broken,
Searching for my Mr. Right.

Love then becomes a thick fog,
of Vagueness and confusion.
In the fog lies a big rock,
the notion of Love is but a Question.

If Mr. Right is wrong,
n Mr. Crush too far away,
I guess it wouldn't be long,
Till all feelings go astray.

U see, Love is inevitably,
vague and complicated.
Love is most ironically,
What we've all wanted.