I used to think all love songs were saccharine ideals
Written to convince self or subject to embrace the delusion
Flash painted art capturing a moment that never lasts
A web needfully spun, each victim the one
And maybe I was right for more cases than not
Some love songs don't hit that hopeful spandex
What's fleeting or permanent, deep or deepest
Is only known relative to what you know today
But in this is the antipathy of
That unfakable, unmistakable truest true love
Whether unexpectedly immediate or commitment's culmination
When you really feel it you DO know
It's love with true balance and flow
Each side gives as it receives
Reassures as much as believes
And the questions utterly cease
Heart and mind embraced in peace
And any love song that should spring
From this, not just a fling
Will always be the real thing
And so I sing...
