Love is a catastrophe

Look what it's done to me

Brought me down here so low

stranded, nowhere to go



No concentration

just rerunning conversation

Trying to understand

how I fell into this quicksand



What happens next?

With life I'm unimpressed

Pain like a cutter's knife

Never been lonelier in my life



Who issued the instruction

for this mad act of destruction?

An end to equilibrium

Fate laughs:

Look what we've done to him!



High wind through the trees

Falling November leaves

A weak sun hanging low

Summer seems so long ago



All my former dreams

tender romantic schemes

revealed as so naive

To think I could believe



In love as the kindest law

not as a declaration of war

on my life and sanity

Now I know at last for me

love is a catastrophe