You know when people tell you about love?
They tell you about happiness and dreams.
They laugh and bless everything up above.
They tell you everything is as it seems.
You know when people tell me about love?
I think of sunflowers and custard creams.
I imagine fluffy white clouds and doves
And yellow roses and pastoral greens.
You know when people go on about love?
They conjure images of snuggling up
In winter by a fire or a warm stove.
Hot chocolate in a pretty new cup.
When people tell you about love they forget to mention
Pain and anger and hurt and look at you with her.