The truth about love

written about a (back then) happy relation, inspired by W.H.Auden

Love, it lives high up there on a mountain

And it’s difficult to reach that top

It even got invited to a game show

But despite its appearance it was a terrible flop.

 

Sometimes it moves like a cancer

Carefully backwards

And love can get quite sugar-coated

With the help of lemon tarts.

 

Love sometimes lives in boring towns

Or in hotel rooms near Earl’s Court

And if you like to go shopping

You might take it home with the things that you bought.

 

Sometimes it sings under the shower

And it doesn’t have a perfect voice

But I tell you it doesn’t matter

It would always be my first choice!

 

Love is in so many little things

Which become special when they’re shared

Like soap-operas on TV

Or Marc chest, once it’s bared.

 

Like rhinestones and glittering stars

Late breakfast and coffee on Sundays

And the silly things you do when you’re young

When you don’t hang around all those bars.

 

Love sometimes lasts a whole lifetime

And some might think that it’s scary

And six years are over and others still wonder

When we will intend to marry!