Most poems about love try to explain it. This one is more interested in a puzzle: the body seems unable to tell falling in love from having your heart broken. The speaker notices that both bring "this / strange feeling in our chest," and from that small observation the whole poem unfolds. If the sensations are "the same," why would anyone choose to "fall In Love?" The poem has no author or date attached to it here, so everything that follows comes from the words on the page.
The poem moves in three steps. It begins with an observation ("When we fall in love, / we get the this / strange feeling"), then asks a question ("Is it Because we need the pain?"), and ends with a surprising refusal: "I will never have answer to this question / But I don't want one." The central idea lies in that last turn. The speaker doesn't solve the puzzle, and they don't want it solved. Part of what makes love meaningful, the poem suggests, is that it can't be explained.
The imagery is minimal, and that suits the poem. There is really only one picture, the chest and the heart, and it is used twice. The "strange feeling in our chest" comes first, then the "heart broken." Because the poem gives the two experiences the same physical location, the reader feels how they blur together. There is no separate vocabulary for joy and for pain, and the word "strange" is doing a lot of work. It doesn't say good or bad, only unfamiliar and hard to name. The heading "lost and found" points the same way, since it pairs two opposites the way the poem pairs love and heartbreak. The title "Loveing" is spelled with an extra "e," which may be a slip. It still makes the word look stretched out, as if love were something ongoing rather than a finished event.
The poem has no rhyme and no regular beat, so it reads like thinking out loud. The lines are short and plain, closer to speech than to song. The line breaks are worth watching. "The same so why," ends on a comma, so the question hangs there before "fall In Love?" arrives alone on its own line. That isolation makes the question feel like the heart of the poem. The odd capitals on "In Love" and "Because" put emphasis in unexpected places, while "when we get our" starts in lower case. The doubled "the this" in the third line reads like a stumble, as though the speaker is searching for words while writing. Whether or not that was intended, it fits a poem about a feeling that resists description.
A quieter shift happens in pronouns. For most of the poem the speaker says "we," as if describing something everyone goes through. In the last two lines it becomes "I." After speaking for everybody, the speaker takes personal ownership of the uncertainty. "I will never have answer" is blunt and a little clipped, with the "an" missing, and it sounds like resignation. Then comes the twist. "But I don't want one" is the shortest line in the poem, and it ends on the bare word "one," echoing "answer" and closing the door on it. The speaker moves from being troubled by the question to being comfortable with it.
The poem is also sharp about its own question. "Is it Because we need the pain?" is a startling guess. It suggests that pain might be part of what we are seeking, not just a risk we put up with. The poem never confirms this, and that restraint keeps it from sounding like a lesson.
The poem's significance lies in its honesty. It doesn't pretend that love is simply joyful or that heartbreak teaches a neat moral. It admits confusion and then treats that confusion as acceptable. For a reader your age, that may be its most useful quality: it shows that a poem can be built around a question instead of an answer, and that an unfinished thought can be as powerful as a polished one.