LOGIC

Alone I think of all the wasted years
of me here with a broken heart,
and the sleepless nights spent in tears
all because my love and I did part!

Such a foolish man there's never been
unless he's tread the same path as me,
and seen the many daybreaks I've seen
till then such a fool you'll never see!

Since man's mind works in a logical way
the truth he will always discover,
so why do I call myself a fool this way?
In harmony with myself I talk it over.

"So, if that cherished love was truly great
those romantic days must hold some joy
and shouldn't have you in the forlorn state
that you so willingly now employ!"

"Just think of the very first time
your lips met in an impassioned kiss
then on the bed you two did climb
and you laughed to find such bliss!"

"Think of the complications with you now
the burden of lawyers fees and such
if you both had sworn the sacred vow
that so many have sworn in church!"

"Better to love and lose again and again
than have nothing at all to remember,
the good times you can recall now and then
like, on the cold nights of December!"

(conclusion)
This little talk I've had inside myself
between me and a now converted I
means that my broken heart goes on the shelf
I can love again, best with a pensive sigh!