Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
Well, pardon me, I must be dumb
'Cause I don't know where love comes from.
Not even sure what it's made of,
That silly little thing called love.
I thought it came around here once
But I was such a silly dunce,
Before I had the chance to say
"I love you, love"- it went away.
No, wait!! What am I thinking of?
Of course I have known real love.
A love that opened every door.
I got it from my labrador.
He always smiled with shining eyes
And, never once, did criticize.
He answered to my every whim
And knew that I was there for him.
Perhaps I could transpose these facts,
Apply them to how humans act
To reach an understanding of
Ingredients that make true love.
Could be, if you don't criticize -
Show disapproval in your eyes,
And give someone whole-hearted trust
Displaying love instead of lust....
You'll have the prime ingredients
Of making love - Now, that makes sense!
There is one other thing that's true;
To love someone, they must like you!
Only in the Bible, please
Do people love their enemies.
In real life, I do believe
To give out love, you must receive.
To receive it, you must give it out....
WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKIN' ABOUT!?!?!
This love talk brings me to my knees!
Can't we change the subject, please?
Must be a formula for true love.
Someone will surely invent it.
I hope they do it real soon...
I'm tired of going to rent it!