If that's the case, then why do we keep playing?
Why do we keep feeding coins into the slot machine
And spending our hard-earned money on lottery tickets
When everybody knows that love is a sucker's bet
And that, in the end, the house always wins and we'll be lucky to stagger out the door with a hangover and empty pockets?
Why do we bother making a list of what we're looking for in a potential mate
When we know we're just going to crumple it up and throw it away
The minute the guy with the pecs and the aviator sunglasses walks into the room or the girl with the million-dollar booty flashes us a smile?
Why do we ignore our mother's advice and her mother's advice
And run, not walk, from the safe but boring family friend or the boy or girl next door?
Even the hottest sex cools off eventually
And the molten lava that melts our hearts will one day turn to rocks that we will use to pelt each other from across the room?
They say that love has no rules,
And I agree.
No rules that is except for this one:
Humble yourself to love's beauty and power.
Do not try to escape your destiny.
Accept that, no matter who you are,
King, queen or chambermaid,
Love conquers all.
Feb. 2, 2016