I think love has purpose even if it’s pain.
After all what else gives you so much to lose- with unbidden right to complain?
Each year it’s recognized- a little more youth is lost
And you add up the experience – while grimacing at the cost
The bends of the mind only squeeze the heart…
And it’s the swollen eyes in mirror – who tell you are coming apart.
Better to have loved and lost – we already brace for little gain…
But in these matters it’s never been about the rules- but how you play the game.
Does it matter
