Act or Fact


Chocolate, Roses and Wine,
under the starlit sky as they dine.
Hearts in the air,
Drive away despair.

As they drive away in the limousine,
out of an ideal mushy movie scene.
Crushes and the rising heartbeat.
Footsie under the table with feet.

A mere misconception.
What an infection.
Lovesickness that comes down upon us as the rain.
Strange malfunction of the brain.

Love is friendship, love is care.
An earnest wish, a silent prayer.
Not a play to be put up on the stage. 
Not a song to be sung centerstage.

A tear in despair, a smile on the face.
Not a game to be played or a race. 
Not a fete, not a fair.
A celebration of life everywhere.

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