Used to think love songs 
were dumb; love poems, too. 
Added this to my list of wrongs, 
since I've met you. 
Now I listen and understand; 
jealousy, love, and loneliness 
start to play their hand. 
Cupid has confusing business. 
Never really fell for 
anyone until I met you. 
I want to see you more 
and more. Otherwise, I feel blue. 
Never cried for or wrote to 
any girl before the day 
that I found you. 
With you, I want to stay. 
And until I met you 
I never wondered where the line 
between like and love went through, 
or which side I was behind. 

December 1984