Wisdom Or Folly?

Why does love keep tormenting us, Why can't it just leave us alone! Yet, when it comes calling, how we fuss, Though its fickle ways are well-known Love has an inflated ego, And for that we are all to blame, For as soon as it calls, off we go, Darting like a moth to a flame If we could just ignore love's knock And batten the door to our heart, Wouldn't that deliver love a shock! (This scheme may fail, but it's a start) We should be strong and just say no When love's song serenades our ears; (Although, I tried this once long ago And found myself knee-deep in tears) In my wisdom, or lack thereof, I've found this advice still rings true: Lay down a mat that says "Welcome, Love, My door's always open to you! "