What Is There To Understand About Love Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What is there to understand,
About love.
What is there to understand,
About being without it.
And spending those nights alone,
Distrusting that 'right' one...
That goes away.
Distrusting that one sleepless night,
When someone loved...
Comes home late,
Without argument to defend.
Or passion to share,
After a fight that begins.

And excuses heard familiar...
Aren't there heard to make.
What is there to understand,
About love...
When none is there to make.

What is there 'then'...
To understand.

No one dreams about the absence of love.
Or who in those dreams are missed...
To share the magic of happiness wished.
As those suspicions take over...
Becoming one's relationship!

What is there to understand.

No one seems to have those dreams,
About someone wrong for them.
Someone who up and goes when they choose...
To return when they please.
To introduce agony inside of one,
That seems to stay...
Not to leave.

What is there to understand,
About love.

The pain that is gained that seems to remain,
To change that love that is no longer the same.

What is there to understand,
About love.
What is there to understand,
About being without it.
And spending those nights alone,
Distrusting that 'right' one...
That goes away.
Distrusting that one sleepless night,
When someone loved...
Comes home late,
Without argument to defend.
Or passion to share,
After a fight...
That had began.
Ending a quarrel to be forgotten...
As love made mends!

What is there to understand,
About love...
That ends.

What is there 'then',
To understand.