Witty poets sing of love, and hopes, and dreams, but they live in an alternate place, one that is very different from our own. All their fancy lingo can't paint up this hell to make it work, to make it attractive and appealing to the eye. At least, not in my world.Maybe I'm the only one, though, who thinks that love is overrated. Maybe it's just because I haven't been struck by cupids arrow yet....