It's a love poem?

I dunno. I just wrote this. Got it in my head and needed to get it out.

I guess it's like a dab at love?

Well, it's not like I have a crush on anyone or something, just a little gimmick I wrote.

Love is but a painful thing,

Squashes his hopes and dreams,

Leaves him wandering in this tunnel of dark,

Pleading for that thing that can never happen.

Love is but a fragile thing,

Tackle it too quick and it'll shatter,

But act too late and it'll crack,

Timing is important, but how would you know?

Love is but a thing of jealously,

Envying that one you're with,

Wishing many times that you'll be hers,

But her wish will never win.

Love is but a thing not of the shy,

She wants to ask, "Will you be mine?"

But you're too far away, the time is never right,

She might as well watch you fly off into the night.

Love is but a wonderful thing

This feeling of love lights me up within,

The proximity of us sitting together,

That understanding of each other.

Love is but a thing of the past,

He wonders, "How could I have let her go?"

You'll ponder this out, wondering what went wrong,

Then you'll close the door on what is now gone.

Love is but a thing that's quite not right,

People seem to get hurt as if in a fight,

Those confusing thoughts, conflicts and emotions,

Everyone wonders, what will happen?

Love is not one thing, but more,

A door to a maze, somewhere you might wander forevermore,

Something is waiting for you at the end,

But will you find it? You must dive in.