by Loretta Murphy-Birster

Created on: December 13, 2006   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

LOVE

Love comes in bunches much like flowers
Daisies, lillies, rose red blooms
Bouquets of scents full of the garden
Bringing beauty to my soul's dark rooms

Pick a petal, pick a posie
Does he love me, does he not?
O the question matters little
When I am myself besot

And yet love comes in spring's soft showers
Though storm clouds gather I raise my face
For I am parched and need the rain
To replentish me and grant me grace

April showers bring May flowers
Does love have its ups and downs?
O the question matters little
When my smile becomes a frown

And so love comes and goes in lifetimes
For love be fickle and love be fair
Whenever we love we risk a heartbreak
We never love that we do not care

Ring around the moon this evening
Ring around the stones tonight
Ring around my right fourth finger
A kiss for love and we say good night...

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