Love Was...

Once, I knew what love was,
Or at least I thought I did;
I told myself it was a romantic thing,
But, then, I was just a kid.

I set out to find what love was,
It just had to be like a dream;
Some handsome prince or white knight,
I think you know the theme.

Now and then, I thought love was,
So very close at hand;
But it always managed to disappear,
I would never find fantasy land.

When I settled for what love was,
I laid my dreams to rest;
Knights and princes did not exist,
They were gone, just like my hope chest.

Older now, I wonder what love was
That captivated me so;
Now I pretend to be wise and mature,
For reality is my status quo.

If one day I find that love was
Waiting just outside my door;
I'll make love to him 'til he can't walk,
And that's no metaphor.

Lora Frikken ~ 6-24-03