we all say "im in love..."
but for me, love is such a fleeting thing
love is such an opinionate, subjective, discriminating, incriminating thing

it’s believing in someone, something, some act, some idea
but, still we all say, “im in love…”

not really knowing what, who, why, when, or how
honestly telling others we fell, got swept away, was blinded, or it just happened
but, can such a fragile thing as love have all these qualities

it’s not caring, understanding, it’s disbelief strung on faith
and still, people run around saying, “im in love…”

without really giving much thought we love everything
from the feel of the morning to the breeze of the night
past the hurts and strained connections, past the ice of failed unions
towards the dream of renewed affection, towards the ideal lifelong attachment

and, even when all else breaks, dissipates, ceases to exist
after the last breath you take, and the last time you awake to a sunrise
someone will still be saying, “im in love…”