Love's a wet ride on a stormy day
And no matter what, it will have its way,
And it's "Whoa, that chick is outta sight,"
And it's "Rock me, momma, on your lap tonight."
Love's a rock in this world of woe,
And it's "Kiss me under the mistletoe!"
Love's the one, and love's the many,
Love's "Don't knock here -- I don't got any!"
You might get lucky, but you might lose,
So why risk a run-in with Old Man Blues?
It's not really such a riddle --
If love's the tune, then we're the fiddle.
Love's the ocean and we're the sand --
When the tide rolls in, this sand feels grand.
Love's a wet ride on a stormy day,
And no matter what, it will have its way.
--a gift from Alice, October 2001