The Irony is, love mesmerizes creating a clout
but the further they go, putting u in doubt
The irony is, u want affection so so bad,
but its provenance spring is so completely clad
The irony is, u take steps to tidy out the mess,
but the more u delve it gets weirder than less
The irony is, happiness blossoms in spurts all around,
but its intangible and holds no ground
The irony is, optimism is your favourite gest,
but it ensures you turn a pessimist at his best
