Oh what is love, what is love to me?

A NOTE: I'm still not sure if I like this poem... but I sure don't want to hear any complaints.

Oh what is love, what is love to me? Was it she? Could it be the girl Who lay bare-breasted with me till the morning came? Why couldn’t things have stayed the same? Her hair swirled like a horse’s mane around me Would surround me And it bound me to hold true. What could I do? Nobody knew what would come next, God my witness, I did my best And I leave the rest to Fate and God Oh Lord above, I leave the rest to Fate. Sweet September ushered in A love I thought would surely win Perhaps not the most inspired But we had fire Not lacking desire But the dappled light within your mind grows tired You aren’t so funny anymore My lost Lenore It hurts me more than you could know to leave your side It isn’t pride For I have cried for love of you There’s nothing else to do. If I could find what exactly was wrong with you You know I’d do most anything for you If I know what it is to love I know my love is true. God forgive me, God forgive me If ever I was false to you God be with me, God be with me When I have to speak with you To tell you what I must do. This journey into madness You must journey it alone I cannot be psychiatrist, I can’t be stepping stone. I hope the problem ‘s minor, I hope you can be mended Life was fine when you were mine But now its been upended All my truths are falsehoods And all my falsehoods true Some sweet day in a land far away, That’s when I’ll be with you. Through the hourglass Our time has passed The weeks have ticked away I cannot say how you’ve enthralled me But now it just appalls me And I try to ignore the things you’ve said and done. Hillary zero, Madness won. Mark Burton October 12, 2001, 3:20 A.M.