Volcano Called Love

What the hell is love? How do you define it?

Does it come only in summer, winter or maybe spring?

I was once a peaceful city

But I had a dormant volcano within me

I needed a guardian, an angel,

Someone who could keep it calm for all my life

I saw different candidates, first at an early age

On the first day, a being was called upon to guard the city

Smart, gorgeous but very stubborn indeed

But hers I could never dream to be

For she had eyes for my best friend only

On the second day, another was called

At some point, I thought she was the guardian all along

She was a spy sent to infiltrate the city

For all a Yinni wanted was the contact of my neighbour city, Dom

On the third day, probably the worst day, almost the best.

She guarded the city but under false pretence

I was second fiddle to her ultimate scheme but it doesnt martha

Have someone ever told you a lie so grevious just to get rid of you?

I found the truth and then tossed into a hullaballoo

On the fourth day was a princess of the Amazon

Probably the most worthy, damn, what do I know?

I wouldnt say she didn't guard it well or faulter

Just a little flip flop and then boom, all went ass under

On the fifth day was a star in a ring like model

I really can't explain what she represented, brothel?

Was she a guardian, a trickster, a spy or just a passer-by?

She did leave a large print on the volcano tip

On the sixth day and probably the realest and yet the flimsiest

I don't know, she was probably the closest to Leah

Except that for some reason the newyeon era wasn't accomplished

And now with the way things are, she just vanished

She also left a print, but not as her immediate predecessor

Hers was more influential, call it a Wild card burnt

On the seventh day was a chinese loving tourist

And probably the only one with whom the city opened up to freely

The cure to all other guardians later became the disease

The seventh probably closed the city gate

And as it closed, the volcano finally erupts

Hit with an earthquake seven times, it has had enough

One, two, three, four, five, six, seventh

The city is now in ruins, burnt to ashes

The city had hoped that one day within the seven days

That a suitable guardian would surface

But the story inevitably remained the same

The volcano has stopped its activity

The new lava covered the old imprints

The city starts to rebuild with all that is left

Would it be as beautiful as it once was, who can tell?

But now they search not for a guardian

For they have learnt to guard themselves

All the sinister seven which came along weren't guardians

And so I boldly acclaim, this city has never had a guardian

Equivalently, Roman has never fallen

Sorry Leah, but it can't be worked out

Thoughts are just thoughts, memories are just memories

I no longer want to sense this volcano feeling again

The volcano called Love is but an isolated pain

But can you say u feel the pain of love?

And yet claim that you have never loved?

Yes, Love never hurts or erupts pain?

In order words, it takes two to love, a picture and a frame

Halfway through rebuilding another person knocks

Who is it? Oh not again.

Blacksmith, seal this gate with a thousand locks.