This is about an ideology

The one which has controlled love and it’s philosophy

Tells you there is a soul mate and you just go to wait

And you don’t need to do a thing — it’s just fate

The idea is you’ll find her by instinct

At a time you least expect

a promise of the one and only

Of sunshine, rainbows, and how you’ll never again be lonely

It couples love tightly with lust

your only one to sleep with until you are dust

how you’ll both talk without words

Hand in hand, sunsets, and birds

Another one of those dangerous ism

Supercharged by bloodthirsty capitalism

This is 18th-century romanticism.

Bringing our love lives to the brink

Is it then any wonder?

Modern love starts with candle lit dinner

Dies with men refusing to do the dishes at the sink