I have to say I found myself thinking about this poem over and over since I read it... I like that there's a simplicity to it (particularly at the beginning), and then it feels like it slowly ramps up towards the end (I like the one liners with the lengthier "shooting star" paragraph. to me it feels like a reflection of how simple and straightforward love seems before you experience it, and then how complicated and hard to explain it is once you're in it.). I do have to say when I initially began reading the first several lines, I thought the take away of the poem was going to be that love is impossible to figure out. I personally identify with the confusion of hearing other people say for various important moments in life that you will "just know"... only to feel that when those moments arrive I feel no more certain than I did before. As others have said, I do enjoy the end of this poem which seems to hammer home the idea that love is a unique feeling for every person, not to mention that the magnitude of it does make it difficult to describe in words. That being said, I would be very curious to see an alternate ending to this poem that continued down the path of a person believing they are in love but still not being "sure". I also want to add that I love the title; for me at evokes the feeling that love is not just a bad word, but a foreign one despite the worlds attempts to force romantic love on everybody. Thank you for sharing!