Paralogistic Eropoetry

Poetry.
Never have I been interested in poetry.
Poetry has never made sense to me. Ever.
I don't know why I suddenly thought of poetry.

Love.
Never have I been thoroughly interested in love.
Love has never made sense to me. Ever.
I don't know why I'm making a fuss about love.

Lies.
Never have I been thoroughly interested in lies.
Lies always are too obvious to me. Very much so.
I don't know why I still believe in lies, though.

Logic.
I have always had faith in logic.
Logic is a no-nonsense thing.
I don't know why I'm not logical at most times.

Poetry and Love are both Lies with no Logic. Lies without Logic is Poetry about Love. Love Poetry is Lies with no Logic. Poetry Lies in Love and Logic. Poetry. Lies. Logic. Love.

Confused yet?