We are blind

In this world of ours,
For granted we take
That love would never deceive us,
And they were never fake.
But then they realise,
Only one thing rings true.
That love was never meant for me
and never meant for you.

A question then I ask you all,
Why god made love at all.
For if hearts be broken everytime
What begets cupid see us whine?
Think hard and thou shall find,
That cupid is inncocent but we are blind.

(Dedicated to my love lorn brother)