Love comes and goes, like the downstairs tenant--
Sometimes noisy, maddening, only leaving with the sunrise, cuffed in the back of a squad car;
And other times gentle, sweet, barely making a ripple until, while you watch over her shoulder as she paints near the east light of the French windows, she demands to be kissed
Simply by being there before you.
Love is a dog, oh what a dog--
Look what you've done now, and
Look how I love you...
Love is a cat, and as cats will,
Comes when she cares to, and
Does she love me? Maybe...maybe...
Love is the thing I wait for
Through the early evenings of December
And the early mornings of June,
That she is coming,
That she is perhaps already near,
Disguised with your name and face,
And her fickle, charming ways.
Welcome, tenant, whatever you bring this time...
Here is your key;
Happy Valentine's Day to everyone. :-)