Why Bother Fall In Love?

Dumbfounded by the deceased joy and merriment that once filled the streets
The gawking strangers that would at one time loom and loiter
Basking in the radiance of Mother Nature's diminishing constitution

Only echoes remain of the once bellowing laughter of young lovers
Dressed in Sunday's best Summer silks
With the scent of artificial bouquets and sweat

Each passerby appeared to be catching the eye of another
Unbeknownst to them whether they'd become the apple or the tear in the lifetime near
Called autumn, or fall, as the may well have

I, for one, dream of the day, someone, somehow could look at me the way they do
But that would require participation on both parts
And a sacrifice of my own heart of which I am unwilling to leave unchained

For once that gate has been opened, off would run my emotions
Like a small child high on life and granny liquorice delights
Ignorant of the inevitabilities that what goes up, must come down

Be it sugar crash or Couples clash, of heavy handed hearts on sleeves
When half honest truths are spoken only in sooth
Anticipating the unruly decline of the partners love line

Never again to hold hands, only grudges
To be taken to the grave and become a slave to bitter resentments
Against the one you once called home

And now you’re grown, you believe it's known
The inaccuracies of Shakespeare verse
For it is surely worse to have loved than to never love at all