Classic Poem

VERSE

I was the type who would laugh at romance,
Called it a lot of Chop Suey,
I was finished with that sort of hooey.
But we never learn, do we?
My point of view is completely reversed,
I find that I'm just as " scroo-ey. "

REFRAIN

It's love again,
It's love again,
I'll shout it from the housetops up above again,
That state of sweet inanity
That borders on insanity
Is love again.
I feel the urge again
To merge again
And melodies of love within me surge again.
So if I choose to rest my chin
With passion on a violin,
It's love again.
Love is the thing that makes a bull and heifer
Feel just like an airy zephyr breeze.
Love is an effervescent drink
That makes a Cockney coster think he's Viennese.
It feels like Spring again,
I'll sing again
And be just like a vine that has to cling again.
So if I wax poetic,
Be a little sympathetic,
For it's love again.