The books you read,
Love is beautiful,
But you must take heed,
Cause is it easy to find?
Flowers falling,
Ladies dancing,
In the midst of a mate's calling,
Doubt is prancing.
Can you find it?
Be happy for good?
A fire lit,
You'd be happy if you could.
But you see things,
Wishing you had it,
Not excess flings,
Not falling in a pit.
Reach out to touch,
Something you can't have,
But it doesn't take much,
For people to laugh.
You try to play it off,
Make it seem as if it's alright,
But all you want is to cough,
Cough to make it right.
But you see it now,
Love has gone somewhere else,
Leaving you like chow,
Feeling chewed up from love.
