Deconstruction of love, if i dare say it.

When you are in love there's is no ego, no pain, no hassle.
When you know you have someone, all you care bout is his love.
You pretend, you lie, you deny.
You may even try to complicate things.
But no matter how hard you try and how God damn badly you may wish,
the complications are all made up.
Love is not complicated. Its simple, its easy.
But its we who make it so difficult, so freaky, so awfully dreadful.
Its a human trait, a generic flaw in each human cell to never see things straight.
Love is when you doubt it, when you are never sure if, 'this is it'.
Love is not imposing, its just there when its there.
You can never force it to exist or force it to leave.
All it wants is for you to realize, in few of those sweet moments that its there.
It never asks for more but its misunderstood largely to have done that.
It never complains of rejection or celebrates conjunction.
That is basically done by people like you and me, not love.
But it is a little selfish i must say, because though it is mostly believed to be for someone else it actually is for you.
Love is a gift that is meant for you and you alone.
It is an experience meant entirely for you,
even though you may share it and celebrate it with fellow winners.
Of all accusations if i may agree, I would agree to just one thing...
Love tends to proliferate tremendous foolishness.
And I say, what the heck, there is no harm being a fool amidst a race of millions dying to be smart.