“Yet You Call It Love”

Yet you call it Love,
but not working when you’re gone,
I ask myself is this truly love,
being left here all alone.

Yet you call it Love,
but when you’re not by my side,
it seems like an endless journey,
where in loneliness I ride.

Yet you call it Love,
but I still don’t see you,
and whenever I ask you over,
there’s something you must do.

Yet you call it Love,
while missing it’s true meaning,
playing those silly little games,
has made our love start leaning.

Yet you call it Love,
but a secret affair you pursue,
to me you’re like a dog in heat,
just looking for another to screw.

Yet you call it Love,
and you say you’re here to stay,
steady being mischievous though,
has driven our Love astray.

Yet you call it Love,
but instead of being together,
our Love is filled with ups and downs,
and compared to stormy weather.

Yet you call it Love,
but I call this puppy love,
because the Love in which we share,
is not by Our Father above.

Yet you call it Love,
what Love will put you to shame,
seeing someone in whom you love,
with one of a different name.

Yet you call it Love,
while saying you need your space,
needing a break from love at times,
makes one need their own place.

Yet you call it Love,
but your friends you must concern,
your mate is always there for you,
but still you have not learned.

Yet you call it Love,
but you’re trapped within yourself,
so is this really truly Love,
when your love is only for self.

Yet you call it Love,
but is this Love we share,
how can you say it’s truly Love,

when it’s you who doesn’t care.

Yet you call it Love,
but now your feelings have left,
trying to hide the reality,
someone has committed a theft.

Yet you call it Love,
now I live in a different state,
soon you’ll see Love drift away,
for your love has lost its mate.

Yet you call it Love,
but now you’ll know what it mean,
to lose someone who really cared,
as Love walks off the scene.