Love

Written 8111191209

I don't understand
this thing called love.
It tears people apart.
It makes them sad
and woefull,
and breakes everyone's heart.

But this thing called love
is highly in demand.
It's sung about
and laughed about
and wanted by every man.

Some cry when they have it;
some cry when they don't.
All cry when they lose it,
but keep it, seems they won't.

They claim to need it.
(It seems to need them.)
But, together what a woeful pair.

I just don't understand,
this thing called love.
You can't touch it;
you can't smell it
and it can't be bought,
but it surely can be felt.

I love you.