How could this be? Why did this happen? I never thought her face would Stain my soul and sleep within my thoughts. I thought it was the liquor, But it rips my heart to see her companion Stroke her figure, It burns my heaven To glimpse their kiss I sometime wish me in his place To taste her lips. How could this be? Why did this happen? Her fruity aroma Drives my imagination all over, Her bitchy laughter As been confined to my life; It has now enlightened my gloom. I now ponder how to sweep away This temptation with a broom. Where did you travel from, please turn back? I wonder if Cupid has made a damaging mistake. How can I be in love with the way she talks, Her careless walks, the dragging of her feet; I want to fight These mindful thoughts. How could this be? Why did this happen? Can love ever be so wrong? In the ever present face of right?