Monday 11 November 2013

Is this love?

You know you’re in love,
That she's the one,
When a little dove,
Sings 'Here comes the sun'.

Your heads in the air,
Your heart’s all a flutter,
The stars in the sky,
Look great from the gutter.

Noise becomes music
And racket abounds
Yet you get a kick
From all of these sounds.

Even that nasty git
Whose views sour milk
Becomes a great wit
His words turned to silk.

Now loves got you
In its gossamer hold
One becomes two
Your lives turns to gold.

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