I would say that "not doing the math" is a factor.
Now there’s a idea, a food for thought,
A layered parfait with a cherry on top.
It is like asking which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Not to mention how many eggs it takes to make the omelet.
What makes love fools of us? What about love makes fools of us?
What fools make love? And what fools make us love each other?
What makes fools love? Are we not all fools of love?
Blindsided by its majesty, or are we just by its blinding aura?
Does love make them just out of fools? Or fools out of the just?
Which came first? The fool or the lover? Who loves not the fool but the like?
Why do fools fall in love? What fools lovers into hating each other?
Does hate make love out of fools? Or do fools make love out of hate?
Why do the fools see love like an elusive beast? A trophy to erect above the canopy?
And why do the lovers see the fools like a leper colony, a castaway tribe?
Who’s more foolish than the fool who loves foolishness?
Mayhaps, the fool who fools those who can be lovers.
What is lust but icing without the entire cake?
A buffet with nothing to show for?
What is lust but the essence of want?
What makes us want love, but not love want?
And in spite of not loving what we want, we want nevertheless.
How can we lust for love, but not lust for the just?
And if the just lust for love, then what else is the fool to want?
Need.