Yes, It Just Might Be
Twisted fantasies of long ago-
The gap between
What love was
And what love now is-
And the sobering reality
Of being alone
In the world of perpetual
'Love is all' disease.
Too many lovers
Have gone my way,
Leaving me wondering if
It's all it takes-
One pretty smile,
One pretty face
To make you lose your head,
Make you lose your sleep-
One more set of lips
In hell's eternity.
But I've tasted too much
Along the way
And I can't pretend
That you're no one
Until you're loved
By some woman
Who waits and waits
Just for you alone
To share her love.
When I was a child,
I knew a way to be
Was to run with the stars,
Chasing butterflies,
And I knew my heart
Was as open then
As the moon tonight
In the placid sky.
And the ocean waves
Were my lovers then,
Not some thrice divorced
And life-bored femmes fatales-
Love was never some
Kids and house dream,
With a perfect car
And a gorgeous wife.
Love was just a way
Of being free,
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poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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