DARE I CALL IT LOVE?

     Something unexpected
Something unplanned
only to be faded come fall
like the summer's tan

     And to say goodbye...
would be easy as the river flows
but now the thought of valedictions
makes me yearn and well....indisposed

     and dare I call it love?
I dare not for that is an unknown plane
for who knows what lice and such lurk
behind the beauty of the lion's mane

     and dare I call it love?
I dare not for that is an unfamiliar league
a simple bud of lighthearted infatuation
thus stemmed passionate intrigue