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.