when two spirits collide so much passion
and in the resulting imperfection
amidst tangled appendages
and contorted heart strings
a heart sings
thinking frivolous flings
brings
many a wondrous thing
saying the darndest of things
{insert some dirty words in a few months}
so much for thinking I thinks
and no way to mend this ish
as misguided as so much misdirection
no cease to a scorned parties tongue lashing

Sorry, Blame It On Me - Akon

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
Charles M. Schulz