LOVE SONG


My own dear love he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold
And his eyes are lit with laughter
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled
Oh a girl she'd not forget him
My own dear love he is all my world
And I wish I'd never met him
My love he*s mad
My love he's fleet
And a wild young woodthing bore him
The ways are fair to his roaming feet
And the skies are sunlit for him
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia
My own dear love he is all my dreams
And I wish he were in Asia
My love runs by like a day in June And he makes no friends of sorrows He'll tread his galloping brigadoon In the pathway ot the morrows He*U live his days where the sunbeamsstart Nor could storm nor wind uproot him My own dear love he is all my heart And I wish somebody'd shoot him


Dorothy Parker


LI 5.8.17