Love can’t remember

The things we’ve been through

Love cannot tell us

What we have to do

And yet we still listen

To what it believes

And it can persuade us

To do things we don’t mean

Why do you falter?

Why do you cry?

If you know of love

As the name it goes by?

When love is insane

And insanity freedom,

Then why do we claim

That love is commitment?

So many feelings

We don’t understand

So many a witness

Where speaking is banned

Strange that there’s still love

Where cash is abundant

Stranger that it lives

Where pennies are few

When love cannot be bought

It is then “inconvenient”

And yet when it can

It does not exist

Why is love so strange?

Why can’t we understand it?

Why is it the one thing

That we cannot control?