Why Do I Fall In Love? Poem by Scott Stanley Davis

Why do I fall in love with the wrong person? is there any light to show me tonight; when they shove me around, like a O'glove they just found. I want to just bury my head and never show it above the ground; Do I see with my eyes and my mind or what could be, from my heart; they just broke apart; Do I see what I would do unto others or what is being done right there with own brothers. Why do I see the best in everyone and can't see the forked tongue they just sprung; A Bee will make good honey, but if you get too close, they will make you pay with your own money. I know this is not my usual poem of Love and illuminescence and I know it doesn't have the same essence: I still believe in love at first site, and love that takes its time and love that grows in years, but can I get a little here? is there any wisdom to help me with this Question? or is love just a random play of chances..