They all spoke of love, and I knew nothing of it
They spoke of songs, of kisses, of joy
And I longed to know something of it
And I tried, tried, and tried again to find the “right boy”
Then love found me, and I thought I was happy
Or that I would be now, now that I had someone to hold
Too late I realised the sickly sweetness, relationships too sappy
To my taste, though each time I tried something more bold
Thinking, can we both, can I, come closer to the foretold bliss?
Surely there is something more to this than this?
I went in with a picture of knights and damsels
Of long sigh-full poetry into blackest night
Each second lit by single candles
Their image always in my sight
I went in thinking I’d move earth and sky
I thought the strength of love would make us great
And only now begin to wonder why
I thought this was the one and only fate
They all speak of love, and I know nothing of it
Nothing of what they speak, at any rate
Somehow I doubt that I’ll know any of it
Though I am surrounded, so lonely is my state.