A Love Song

Love is ice cream, love is sex,
Love is hate mail from your ex,
Love is blind and love is dead,
Love is only in your head.

Love’s a nipple, love’s a rose,
Love is something in your nose,
It will tickle till you sneeze,
Love’s a terminal disease.

Love’s a roar without a sound,
That will bury you in the ground,
Love’s a feeling, love’s a hug,
Love is a designer drug.

Love is bullshit, love is pain,
Love is talking in your brain:
“Wake up, honey, I love you!”
Love is when you’ve drunk a few.

You have seen love in her eyes,
Now I guess it’s time to die,
You just want a little knife
Sharp enough to end your life.

Now you see it, now it’s gone—
Was your love for her so wrong?
Didn’t see it coming then—
Just a fool at Authors Den.

Does it come as a surprise
That her love was full of lies?—
Just another dancing game—
But it kills you all the same.

She loves Joey, Bill, and Fred,
Now you wish that you were dead—
Was it love? Or was it lust?
Was it just her lovely bust?

All these clowns want to say
They can spot love any day—
Till they find her in their bed
With some Romeo instead.

Love will bite you in your ass,
Love is dirty, love is crass,
Love is herpes, love is clap,
Love’s an angel full of crap.

No, I don’t believe this shit—
Frankly, love is none of it,
It’s what we do, not what we say—
They won’t take our love away.

We’ll water it like a tree,
Love is you and love is me,
Smiling, dancing, singing songs
No, our love just can’t be wrong.

I’m smiling like a child—
Restless, carefree and wild—
Let’s not worry what love is,
Kissing in the summer breeze.

Love is now, love is free,
Love is you and love is me,
Smiling, dancing, singing songs—
Honest, fearless and strong!


  July 15, 2002
--Alexander Shaumyan