Love Is At War

They have it all wrong; I just know that they do
      Falling in love is not what it use to be.
You can't cage it, contain it, or set it free--
               You can't control it, want it, just let it be.
Why are they doing this? I don't understand;
        Searching for something, yet not taking a stand.
Do they even know what love is? Maybe I don't
                  But what I see, could it be?
Ah, how it makes me lose hope.
          Love is a power; it grows from within.
A desire that burns in the heart of a friend!
                  But what if it isn't? What if I lie?
What if love is nothing, just something that passes by?
                         What if the heart can fall for anyone?
Is that true love? Is that true beauty? Just falling for the sake of falling,
       Crawling for the sake of crawling, getting dirt on your knees
Just to please the aching hunger that burns inside?
                     Why won't it stop? Why won't it cease?
Why won't time stop so I can go back, and find love and true peace?
        Where am I going? Why am I afraid? Why do I freeze up
and let opportunity go the other way? Where is my net,
                   to catch a falling star? And fly away on dreams of young,
and dreams of old now fading with the noon-day sun.
        Where is love? Where did it go? Am I just hopeless?
Please, I want to know.
                         Unhappy in loneliness, but content to be alone,
Keep reaching for a beating heart
          For the sake to have something to own.
Do they have it all wrong? Or am I misinformed?
                      Because what I see is worrying me.
                                      Love is at war.