The trouble may be that we are confused
About the meaning of coveted love
So seldom offered, so often refused
It seems to be a tone, seen from above
That is, seen from the balcony, on stage
It is an attitude, a way to be
Or think or speak or act, with grief or rage
Or grave seriousness, or winsome glee
But to act like someone who is in love
You must delight in figuring things out
From a favorite soup to a lost glove
With sincere joy; without fear or doubt
We know what this sounds like, this attitude
It moves one to feel humble gratitude
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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