written by Jim Andris sometime between 1967 and 1968
Yes, I find your looks entrancing, lovely sense-intense enhancing,
Do I take the risk in chancing one more look?
Good God, what's love in a book?
And yet there is a sensing side for those of us who hold our pride
So very high, who try to hide in roles we hate:
How pleasant never to mate.
Love is a quiet walk through foggy after-rain,
Tracing light circles through twig matrices.
Yet being aware of the way the world sounds when it's wet.
Things that other human beings are driven past--
Things that last.
Things that will be here when I'm dead; a memory in someone's head
A mortal man must hide in bed his loneliness when he sees his onliness.
Yes, I find your looks appealing, lovely beauty-brute revealing.
Do I take the risk in sealing what was fated
In a world where love is hated?
Good God, what's love in a book?