I Thought Love Was An Emotion
Not an ordeal, no, not a slow walk in the sunlight
After a long melancholy night;
Not a trial by fire after getting wet in the rain
Stepping over puddles and watching pain
Plop in to the swirling water
And waiting, watching long after.
I thought love was an emotion, strong affection;
One that overrid all objection and dejection;
Not a melancholy metaphysical madness
Not a surreal, sentimental sadness.
I thought love was an emotion, an emotion
That it was just another poetic notion
When feelings your body do betray
Emotion tries to flee clear away.
Copyright: Rani Turton
