Alan R

Won\'t call it love

I meet you like the daisies meet 

The first rays of a spring sunrise

I won\'t call it love, my darling 

It might just be, doomed otherwise 

 

I hear you, like a child who seeks

A bird song, deep into the woods

I won\'t call it love, my darling 

Even though, I know that I could

 

I look at you like an alcoholic 

Staring down a bottle of red

I won\'t call it love, my darling 

Oh! all the things you make me forget!

 

Like a necessity, to all who live

You come alive everytime it rains

And I chase you until I am quenched

But I won\'t call it love, yet again....



-Al