Love should not have happened, yet it did; we should not have fallen into such dire trouble, yet we did.

There is a quiet, helpless sigh in this sher that anyone who has ever loved against their better judgment will instantly recognize. The poet knows full well that love brings ruin and heartache, yet reason stands completely powerless before the heart's pull. It captures that deeply human surrender to fate—acknowledging the catastrophe, yet knowing it was entirely inevitable.