Love

it wraps you up
in knots,
in hopes and dreams,
in wishes
and fantasies,
trapping you,
binding you,
bringing you
to the spot
you always,
always,
wanted to be.

it confuses you,
bothers you,
annoys you,
and sends you up
to the highest point
you've ever been,
raising,
lifting,
making you
fly.

it's easy
while it's hard.
it's simple
while it's complicated.
it's desired
with a passion
while others
curse its name
and form
and ideas.

love
is elusive,
hard
to hold onto,
hard
to understand
or comprehend,
but it's
so easy
to fall into
love.

if love
is hard
and rough
and confusing,
why do
i want it
so much?

because
it's love.
how can i
not
want
it?