Tallys up his loneliness, notch by notch, For the sea offers nuthin' to hold or touch. - Nick Cave

I don't particularly believe all love is doomed. But I guess, one is usually kinda suffering from some aborted love affair or association, rather than being at the peak of one. I think it's fairly obvious that a lot more suffering goes on in the name of love than the little happiness you can squeeze out of it. But I wouldn't like to dwell on it. Perhaps you could lighten up a bit.

The moon was turned toward me,
Like a platter made of gold,
My death, it almost bored me,
So often was it told.

Express thyself! Say something loudly! Aaaaaaah!
What's in that room, Sonny?