Love; Is Playing With Fire

If not I've loved, then love I not
For love equals in only pain
For with such love, comes a plot
From which I am not to gain

Love can be a thing quite grand
Yet often it is only disaster
From the slightest of loving hand
Pain becomes the master

If I love, yet 'Love' not love me
Soon will come bitter taste
Then all I know will cease to be
Which cause my love to waste

Forthwith my truest desire
An idea for which I'm set
If you not play with fire
You will cease to feel regret