Love is a gift and a curse; I cannot reverse
While my eyes is on the bag, her heart went astray
But as soon as a ditch caused it longer
She belongs to whom is ready for it

Love is a gift and a curse; I cannot retain
Her heart without a glitch in supply
So my eyes is always on the bag
She belongs to whom has it all

Love is a gift and a curse;
I cannot not have it
I got the bag not the love; too lonely to love
For some without the bag, got all without the price

Love is definitely a curse for all
Without the bag; no love
Without love; bag or no bag;
Life is yet still as mystery
© Ayebogbon Taiwo