My love to you,
My heart is cold and blue,
Your soul knows who,
Is lost without you,
You know it is true,
I need you, Sue,
I need to see you soon,
Some time after noon,
Miss you, I do,
Your heart I could not woo,
Successfully I could not lure,
You in, at least not for sure,
O those days we spent together,
They were great despite the weather,
You cleared away the clouds,
And brought back the familiar sounds,
Of all the birds and animals,
Even the lonely cows,
To make the day shine,
So that I would fall in line,
Over-stepping the boundaries, I had,
Not realizing I had been so bad,
Until I said yes, but you said no,
Immediately you brang back the snow,
Days of hate, empty rage,
Even from I, the sage,
Running around for an age,
In each other’s cage,
Unable to flee,
Both of us at be,
To the other’s grip,
That would strip,
Us of our sanity,
And our sanctity,
Pray for ourselves,
And delve,
Into the mysteries of our love,
Ask for help from the one above,
In Heaven,
Inquire to him,
Why is it we love each other?
When ourselves we don’t smother,
With gifts and chocolate,
Or any other of that shit?
Why do we hurt one another?
There is nothing that we cover,
Up as irrelevant and of no concern,
So tell us not that we’ve forgot to learn,
How to identify the problem,
And then solve them,
We know how, and we cannot detect,
What it is that makes us upset,
Whenever I see Lonana,
It is not as if I think of Yvonna!
Or any other one I’ve been with,
Nor does she think of Kenneth,
Whenever she sees or thinks of me!
There is no identifiable problem, as you can see,
Now please tell us, what is the problem at be?
Why is it we can’t have a picnic under a tree,
Without us going at each other’s throats,
Or blasting each other with endless quotes,
Of swearing and obscenity,
From that forum called TV?
Could it be we love each other so much,
That it is not enough to just touch?
Is our love for each other so great,
That it has everything to do with fate?
So hurting each other is not so wrong,
As long as we don’t do it for too long,
And as long as it is for love,
Not for ‘all of the above,’
I’d really love a date,
Under the bridge of Main Gate,
Girl, do you want it too?
You really think we could make it through,
A day without a word spoken in hate,
It’ll be hard not to take the bait,
However we will, we’ll work it out,
End it will in goodness, then tout,
We will, as the greatest couple,
The most supple,
From hate to love in a minute,
And no regret, not a bit.