Love is complex, Or unexplainable,

Nothing about it makes sense, 

Or is reasonable.

 

A second passes by,

Your love is the treasure of your life,

Times ages along by,

And love is the cause to your cries,

 

Mixed emotions leave you confused,

Feeling abused,

By the senses you choose,

That repetitively seems to lose,

 

The brain unable to recognize,

The mental energy it takes to analyze,

The conflicting thoughts.

 

Lost in your mind,

Battling to find,

A cure to unwind,

What the meaning of true love is inside?

 

Unclarity runs through your veins,

Leaving you drained.

From the unbalance you face,

This chaotic love we chase,

In our safe space.

Makes one acknowledge the grace,

You attempt to embrace,

Love is complex.