If not for love,
we wouldn’t make mistakes,
take no wrong turns,
commit no crimes of omission,
sing in perfect pitch and harmony.
If not for love,
we could see clearly
and follow any path.
Justice would prevail.
But love ties us up in knots,
and breaks us down in the dark.
Dreaming about love, we can’t
help being tempted by its promise.
Greedily we swing and miss.
We jump and fall,
and when we lose “mistake” we call.
Yet failure stops us not.
We crawl, and brawl
and want it all at any price.
If not for love,
loneliness would have no name,
and a broken heart would have no pain.
Flowers would grow but never bloom,
and I would not have met you,
if not for love.
