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Not About Love

Trying my best to write a song

Not about love

Not about his eyes

Not about his lips

Striving to wrap my mind

Around a new motif

Not his handsome arms

Or sweet fingertips

What else is there to write about?

What else deserves the ink?

When trees are

Being cut down

For the shallowest of themes

What else can top his pure charm?

What else is there to see?

When he turns into a believer

The atheist in me

Trying my best to write a song

Not about love

Not about his smile

Not about his teeth

Striving to wrap my mind

Around a new motif

Not his velvet voice

Or bewildering wit

Who else can hog the spotlight?

Who shines as bright as he?

When next to him, Goliath

Seems miniscule to me

What else is there to write about?

His lure is so complete

That mighty Cleopatra

Would kill to wipe his feet

Trying my best to write a song

Not about love

Not about his style

Not about his skin

Striving to wrap my mind

Around a new motif

Not his clever mouth

Or Herculean deeds

What else is there to write about?

What else does a rhyme need?

If Shakespeare saw his jawline

More sonnets there would be

What else can spark

The right tune?

His breath’s a melody

If I’d been born

Tchaikovsky

I’d write a symphony of him

I’ve come to terms

I’ll never find a new motif

He just pops up

He disrupts me

It’s all about love

It’s all about him

I just can’t win

Baby haunts me

 

Lyrics by Tetel Di Babuya, published by Larador Music, Inc.

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