The Trouble with Love

Oh I say,
that love can be so truth-less.
And you say,
that love can be so trite.
Oh I say,
that love can be so fruitless.
And you say,
sometimes I think you’re right.
Oh I say,
that love is like a noose end;
You get close,
and then it gets too tight.
And you say,
that love is like a loose end;
The more you try,
the more it frays despite.