that way or not

Love blinds us to her follies,
     makes us see her in impossible light
     and everything is good,

Love is a poison that corrupts our perceptions
     and rids us of all reason save every
     waking and sleeping moment
     Her lovely face is etched in undying memory,

Love is nothing more than madness!
     impetus to feats of insanity and stupidity
composing nonrhythmic garbage like this,

Omnia vincit Amor; et nos cedamus Amori
Virgil's lines saying love conquers all;
     and let us submit to love.

Love is a responsibility, 'n selfishness!
     all history reminds,
as simple, a friend wrote:
     Love's a kindness, we give ourselves,

Love is all of this and none of that,

when Love's Day becomes Twilight,
a wise mother-saint said:
Love's success is in the loving
However we want the best for Our Love
if it be that way or not,
     diminishes not what we have done,