Fools of Love

It took me forever just to write this; something that has never happened before.
I just realized we're all fools playing this little game called Love.
You, me, her, them. Everyone, we're nothing but fools playing this stupid tug of war with no one but ourselves. You do realize this, don't you? How do we know what do we really like? What do we use to judge what we like? Is there a measurement for Love? How the hell do we really know what we like?
Sometimes you just hang on to something not because of Love, but because of delusion. You believed that you love, but in actual fact, you don't. Today, love is bought and affection is sold. When you come around, we're all blinded from time to time. You're coming back down. You don't have to tell me what you're feeling. I know what you're going through, and I won't be the one that lets go of you. I think it's time to just move on.
Love wields the strength to make a man tear. Love possess the authority over evil. Love holds the bonds between people. It's in love that we hate, we betray, we cry. It's in love that we bleed, we lose, we die. Guard your heart, check your attitude. For you are of a different spirit. Soften your heart. For I know, I know. We're are so thrown by Love. For we are the fools of Love.