Why So Many Poems About Love Lost Or Found?

Seriously, it seems like at least 95% of the poems posted here seem to be about broken hearts or odes to love found or gone astray. What do you think of this verse that addresses the abundance of broken-hearted poems? Think this hits the mark?

Poetic Priorities

When ten thousand poets, pen in hand,

scream outward in anger with their might,

their words flow like blood upon the land

as ten thousand blinded by the light ---

when ten thousand lovers do no right.

With ten thousand muses from above,

each one involved in them finding love

or losing love or forsaking love,

poets always seem to feel it worse;

those broken hearts seeping endless verse.

As ten thousand souls, misunderstood,

in relationships they know that would

ultimately slam them to the ground,

ten thousand poets will soon be found

explaining pain to the world around.

With ten million single men out there,

ten million single women somewhere,

what would happen if they wisely chose

a good-hearted mate from one of those:

a returned love that they could share?

Would their words aim towards a broader sight?

Would they express anger at the plight

of oppressed people, of greed’s forced pain,

hypocrisy’s evil and war’s gain,

or nature’s demise — worlds gone insane?

If words are mightier than the sword

can’t personal anguish then afford

to stop itself from being self-gored?

Or does it somehow let them feel sane

if they secretly relish their pain?