THAT’S
LOVE (STUPID IN LOVE)
It’s about love
That thing that
poets write of…
That thing that
changes your life,
Or better yet,
Gives you life.
Gives you life.
That thing that
makes your heart sing,
Tingly feelings
it brings.
Just the thought
of your special treasure,
Gives the most
incredible pleasure.
It injects a
natural narcotic high
Gives you the
ummms…
As you breathe a
happy sigh.
Mooshie, Corny,
sappy talk,
Starry eyes and
drunken walk.
Silly words come
off your lips
Honey Bunny,
Coochie Coo,
Baby Girl,
Big Daddy,
You’re my world.
But that’s not
all,
It makes you
dumb,
You say, “Two
plus four, equals one.”
Gaga thinking
blinds you to see,
That you make
stupid decisions,
Like “Drinks are
on me!”
You also go
crazy,
Doing things you
never thought you
Would or could
or should.
Rollercoaster
rides
Crazy highs.
Love makes you
into an athlete:
Run a thousand
miles,
Swim the widest
ocean,
Climb the
highest mountain,
Jump over any obstacle
Just to get to
your fix.
Rugged, rough
and tough man
Giving up Eskimo
kisses at her command.
Kind, gentle and
pleasant lady
Gone Ramba nuts
and berserker crazy,
When seeing him
speaking with another lady.
Then there’s
losing sleep and sheep
Because you
can’t stop thinking
about your
sweet.
So you lose
track of counting those lambs
And wham!
And wham!
You get slammed
with drama-rama.
But there’s
still more,
You get poor.
Because of one’s
honey,
You run out of
money.
An expensive
fix,
For the sweetest
high,
To be apart from
your sweetie pie
You would die.
That’s what some
call love.
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