It’s a shame,
that in love’s game,
you can never tell which type you’ll get,
perhaps the shy one you lose,
and are left with a life of bitter regret,
pity none of us can choose.
It’s so sad,
when love goes bad,
when you don’t know which you’ve found
hoping it’s fun and fast
but find it’s one that’s deep and profound
and forever will last.
If we could
and we really should
know in advance what type is our new love
we wouldn’t dread
what may happen but give romance a shove
and have sex instead.
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I can really hear your voice reading this one in my head. Those last two lines make me giggle. The long lasting and profound seems like the best deal, yes?
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Absolutely, but the hardest to spot !
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This is true.
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And rarer than rocking horse sh*t !
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Laughing right out loud! Also very true. I’m gonna have to use that one.
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A great ending Nigel (unlike real life in these matters – sometimes).
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Ha Ha ! the voice of wisdom, so true Davy.
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Oh – reading this is achingly relevant for some interactions experienced of late. I look forward to being “on the same page” in my next involvement! Thanks kind Sir for your expressions!
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Ha Ha ! ‘Interactions’ you sciencey folk crack me up !
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Maybe I meant “chemical reactions” hehe!
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