Isn’t great to be falling in love?
to set your heart soaring to the great heights above?
eternal springtime, wistful and long
lyrical rhymes bringing forth joyful song
lips for the kissing, the earthy smell of hair
the feelings of passion in the evening air
strong as the eagles! white as the doves!
Isn’t it great to be falling in love?
But isn’t it great to be all alone?
to be isolated, to never be known
never an arm to carress your back
to fortify the strength you so often lack
You make your own hopes, future and plans
living by wits, never needing a hand
knowing yourself both inside and out
self-reliance is what I’m talking about!
no companion in the darkest of nights
no one to share victory at the end of the fight
you can live in darkness, who needs the light?
you need no shoulder to hold in lovely twilight
when everyone else grabs their lover’s hand
it is desolate, unaided and solitary you stand
starved of affection, emotionally skin and bones
I say, isn’t it great to be all alone?
I stand alone, mighty and strong
with a deep-felth expression wistful and long
thinking I’d rather be bent, decrepid and weak
so I could find this elusive companion I seek
I once had this friend, but that is the past
those feelings of affection never do last
they burn as fire on a lighted candle wick
strong at first, but at end dead and sick
they are hurricane forces! blasts of passion
but they all blow over, in a timely fashion
but maybe she will come again, perhaps in another person
so she can reject me, so my situation will worsen
so ironic and fickle is the human emotion!
so often lacking honor, trust and devotion!
so I withdraw in myself, forming my shell
for though some may know me, none know me well
I go deep into myself, no one to disturb me
unfindable now, so no one can hurt me
I am my own company, as my joy starts to lessen
dwelling right here, in this lovely depression
