resignation fever.

Oh well, I felt love in my heart what a surprise it was a kettle boiling.
Now the water´s lukewarm and daily life´s foiling me.
So much belief in love my blood wouldn´t rest.
Alas now my days are concrete, my heart´s an empty feverish nest.
I used to rebel against the notion of resignation.
Now it´s the only thing that repels frustration.
Giving up on love, avoiding lust, my mere emotion needs a vacation.