Everybody Is Sick Of Love

Everybody Is Sick Of Love Except for the girl dancing slowly Folded in the arms Of her gentle boy Her eyes closed in precious disbelief. So I am watching the joy on her face, You have never seen such pure peace and delight, Because if you had, Your eyes would have been closed too. (Or maybe you have.) But thanks to her, This broken world was briefly mended For one fleet night before it ended. . . . copyright 2000, Linford Detweiler