Love doesn’t care which way the wind is blowing,
Or who is wise, or who is knowing.
Love doesn’t care which way the wind is blowing.
Let’s say you get to the theater late.
As long as there is kissing, the theater won’t ruin the date.
Your love has no levels; you love her all the time.
You two can go anywhere and find your fate.
Your love will always give you the will to rhyme.
You love her. And every line will rhyme.
There is something magically heroic about all this,
The way you love her, the way you two look about before you kiss.
There isn’t a love for everyone like this.
Conversation and care is all they’ve got.
Love is that which—loves. And loves a lot.
Love will always give you a reason to try
Everything. It may give you a reason to cry,
And love will make you make mistakes and errors
And yes that is what Eros will do.
Be careful, you two.
This love: the way I feel, everything about it, is rare.
And I still love her, no matter what everybody says.
Love doesn’t care.