what do we talk about when we talk about love?

do we talk about the first time?
do we unearth your past and mine?
do we wonder if we’re sure?
do we care that we’re spoken for?
do we mind that we’re spoken of?
do we say lust and mean love?
do we talk of vagina and penis?
do we consider both oceans between us?
do we make love with our eyes closed and our ears open?
do we try and stop the clock?
do we laugh when we fuck?
do we thank the gods? or just our good luck?
do we tell night from day?
do we write what we can’t say?
do we read the print before we sign?
do we even look at the dotted line?
do we mention the past?
do we plan the future?
do we discuss hope?
do we conceal the hunger and relish the taste?
do we regret when we lie?
do we almost break up before the glue is completely dry?
do we laugh at inevitable pain?
do we calculate gain?
do we refuse to take and insist on giving?
do we give by receiving?
do we forgive bad days?
do we forget birthdays?
do we remember the words to our slightly dusty but still favorite songs?
do we argue about  respect?
do we really know what to expect?
do we promise to be in love forever?
do we contemplate sanity?
do we humiliate vanity?
do we conflict?
do we initiate?
do we interrogate?
do we question?
do we threaten to leave without warning?
do we promise to empty the threats into the trash tomorrow morning?
do we fight for it?
do we die for it?
how can we not live for it?