Love is an Accident
Love is an accident
Waiting to happen
Despite all precautions
It catches us napping.
Sometimes it sneaks up
On innocent youth
Or blindsides some victim
Who‘s long in the tooth.
It lurks in our schools
But prefers crowded bars
(It’s occasionally found
in the back seat of cars.)
It often times chooses
a boy and a girl
Except in the Village
That’s a whole different world.
Love is an accident
Like you see every day
But you know how that is-
You just can’t look away.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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