When we were young, they gave us rules on how to love,
To be kind and understanding, all that jazz.
My friends went off and made love, they didn’t understand
That there was more than to the game.
Later on they fell in love, or so they all told me,
And it was forever (until it chanced to leave).
Eventually they all denied they’d been in love at all,
Said it was a great mistake, pride came before a fall,
For they’d never met ‘the one’ who’d always love and forgive;
In trying to love by love’s rules, they’d somehow forgotten how to live.
My apologies for the late posting – I will try and ensure that it does not happen in the short-term future.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic