Railing at love

Is love a set of subtitles
that's seen, written true
on a sleepless TV screen
where everything else is muted out?

Is love a burst of remembered song
blood warm and flowing strong
drowning the soul, a call
echoing in the heart?

Or is it a tyre gone bald
lacking grip, not bothered by
the careenings
of a motorcycle belching loud litanies?