Why The Pain? Poem by RIC BASTASA

i said i know what love is
that we can share the same
that i know where to begin
and when to end,

love states at me, straight
in my face
shaking its head,

'Geee! , that is not the way
how love works' love tells me.

No one knows how to love.
No one knows where to begin it.
No one knows how to end it either.
Exactly, no one knows, what exactly
what love is.

coz, it you really know, then why
is there pain?