I don't know what it is about love ...

I don't know what it is about love
That we find so perplexing 
Maybe it's the way everyone can stay
Intoxicated on the thought 
That it is the only saviour
Or maybe how it can crawl
Into every corner of everything
And settle there like dust
That is too adamant to be removed 
Or maybe how it can just cement
Time and memories togehter
To open up to a world that is as unique 
As your and mine fingerprint
Maybe it is the way it sounds
So surreal and compact
Like it could break barriers with a breath
And build mountains with wishes
Or maybe how it floats like poetry
In minds that have learnt to wander
The way it can flow and feel so complex
By staying rather simple
Or maybe, just maybe,
How calmly it can drop free from gravity
And land on known faces and smiles
A thought or maybe a distant memory
I don't know what it is about love
That we find so perplexing
Maybe because we forget everything to hold on
And love doesn't give a damn.