Love, Really?

You say you're in love. You sound like a fool. You say you hate love. You're right back in school. You say its for people, Dumber than you. But who are these people? Are they even true? Its a question that's asked On a daily routine 'Am I in love?' 'Do I know what love means?' So i'll just sit back, Let love find me, waiting. For as long as it takes. It might be frustrating. But if it does find me, What will it say? Will it embrace me? Or turn me away? Will it provide me, the love of my dreams? Or will it direct me to more magazines?