Love is a duty
A tiresome commitment
I know he isn't free to choose
We are wreathed by a love 
Though it started well
Ended up washed up
and not so damn sure
We try to settle here
His questions are already answered
By the God of Love
But he asks anyway: Do you love me?
The Mighty One steps in and says yes.

Again I have to remind myself here
There are no choices with love
An unspoken rule
A mystical bond
A written law

Love