Love is a butterfly
it’s a snowflake among a million
a ray of sunshine
her laugh.
it’s everything and nothing
it’s all knowing and bathed in innocence
it’s a paradox among paradoxes
a paradigm of hope
but, it’s not
obsession. jealousy.
a double homicide in Brentwood
not a name and not just a word
it’s not what we know but what we ignore
this thing called love
it’s no surprise it hurts us
we are hurt by it, ourselves,
why should we be surprised
every sad song warned us
every poet told us
even Greek mythology implored us:
watch out-
we knew too little, expected too much
no hope of understanding
and just when we think we have found it
we lose it all over again.
according to s.e. senter 
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