What I think of love.

It hurts one and all, it makes some cry
It makes you weep, make you wanna die
It makes for the best poems, and everyone knows why

I know you know that you know what this is about
Let me not repeat that and your mind re-clout
Of course it’s what it is, love, no doubt

A man once told me that love’s just an illusion
He told me that to a mind, it is pollution
I wish to disagree with that thought,  and that’s my conclusion