By Earle Ratcliffe
I see love strolling by,
doesn't even know I'm alive.
Love is busy, people to see,
So why can't one of them be me?
Love is a book, to read cover to cover
Love hurts, just like no other.
Words can't describe the feeling of yearning
Love is a teacher, so why am I not learning?
I am the Fool, so innocent, wise
Don't have a clue, but I see in his eyes
The mirror of my soul, I can't understand
What does that mean? Is this the man?
Knock knock at the door,
Has love arrived? I can never be sure.
But when it does come, I'll be whole once more.