Was It Love?

He never looked,
Deep in my eyes.
To make my heart,
Go twice the size.

He never touched,
His lips to mine.
Nor told me,
I was cherry-wine.

He never held,
Me for a minute.
Nor thought perhaps,
That he could win it.

No arms of his,
Were ever tight.
And to press my hand,
Was never right.

No make believe,
Was stretched above.
O tell me...tell me,
Was It Love?


E.P. 1908 - 1989