Love to blame

Love is something that can not be explained in too many or too little words It needs to draw in while not boring It's a fine balance on a tight rope On one side is emotional destitution while the other is blind adoration To live, one must understand but not dwell or overanalyze Love feels like a masquerade, covering oneself like a trap door spider to eventually emerge, hoping not to repell Most hide behind their Venetian mask just as Romeo and Juliet Whatmost never realize is that the other wants genuineness just as they wish for it themselves Do you do what you do for yourself or vanity-cloaked "love?" Love is a waltz, and we all have two left feet The worst part is that people never see what they aren't looking for All of the seemingly obvious hints that never land, and the true attempts clouded by just You just dance to the three-beat count, seemingly following another Naked, ashamed, just as Adam and Eve; with no one to blame