love is like a maze of lead
you get wound and tangled in its web

creeping widow awaits around the corner
where the quickest path lies is no honor

if you take the path ahead
you kno you'll get hurt instead

once the corner of hurt has passed
you will reach your love at last

there is another path you can take
and avoid that love which is fake

slow and steady wins the race
but every person sets their pace

if you feel that you can wait
in due time you'll meet good fate

left of right fast or slow
either way you'll never know