Love is an Idea (Rondeau Redouble)

If love is an idea, it's in the mind,
And being in the mind does not exist,
It's not different from the other ties that bind,
I'll try and think it out, I'll make a list:
It's a fiction, an affliction, I'll persist,
It's a pleasurable friction, and you'll find
That's its one distinction, so I insist,
If love is an idea, it's in the mind,
Plus friction.  Of course love's also being kind,
But sympathy 's so easy to enlist,
Love is a fond memory left behind,
And being in the mind does not exist,
It's our whole raison d'être, like a cyst
That overtakes us, thus we are inclined
To give it room to grow; you get the gist,
It's not different from the other ties that bind,
There are chemicals involved which combined
With firing neurones when we're kissed,
Make us believe it's real.  And is love blind?
I'll try and think it out, I'll make a list:
God is love, God isn't blind, no need to tryst,
Can we love what we can't see, is love defined
Visually? Is love in a mist,
Or is it clear?  And why is it bodies intertwined,
If love is an idea?