Sense Poem by Ovidd

Love is an oddity.
It is a sense
Like being is a sense,
And I don’t make sense,
So why should a sense
Make sense
Especially if the sense is Love;
It is crazy
Because it doesn’t make sense
In usually the oddest of ways,
It laughs like a horn,
Blowing in your face
When you’re wrong,
And quite often,
When you’re right;
Because it is blind
Blind but dumb
Dumb but not blind,
It is this uncertain surety,
This inexorable truth
This most prurient sense
That makes it an oddity,
Simply because it exists;
Though indefinable,
Everyone understands it.
So much so
That on this score alone
There’s been more
Talk, thought, and word, than
Drops dropping in a downpour.
This grandest of journeys
More treacherous than all,
More necessary than any,
This oddity,
This intense sense,
That spares no expense
At making no sense
Is a sense
Like being is a sense.