Though love has never been a friend of mine She always seems to knock at my heart's door Convincing me to trust her "one last time" And promising that she will stray no more The second she walks in things start to change My mouth grows dry, I'm weak and feeling ill She takes control and starts to rearrange Where once was calm is now a fire drill But without notice one day she moves out To leave my life in total disarray Her leaving simply reinforced my doubts Avowing that my trust has been betrayed Heartbroken once again by fickle love She'll knock again someday, she always does an original poem by Daniel Turner