Love Is Labled Insane

I know now that im older and have experience in matters of the heart No matter what your head insists, it will want the opposite of smart You will not be able to make it see reason or dissuade it from its desire It will only beat in the flames of its own raging fire It will jump and dance around if left to have its own way But deprive it and it will soon start to decay Such a fickle organ with which we carelessly give out Trusting someone else with its care no doubt After that so many things can happen or come about It all depends on their choices and planned route I feel like it’s a dangerous game we play to entrust With all the confusion like is it love or is it lust? How can we leave it up to chance? Something as important as romance When it decides its going to rise above All the way full fledged love Its over with and done now you can only wait To see what comes of it, what is your fate? Will it grow strong and become one for goodness sake? Or will it take a brutal blow, shatter and break? If only you could guide it with logic and rational thought from your brain Maybe then love would make sence, instead it is labled insane.