A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
TRUE LOVE SHOWS
Sometimes you’ve been good to her,
And you wonder if she’s seen it.
Sometimes you have slighted her,
And even though you didn’t mean it,
You didn’t sense the danger,
And you allowed it to continue;
And you know you cannot change her,
There must be a change within you.
And when you wake up in the morning
She’ll be gone,
And you will have to carry on.
Now she’s with another man
Who treats her kindly.
You suspect it’s not for real,
But two young lovers acting blindly.
They’re unsure just who’s in love;
You’re the only one who knows,
And the longer you’re apart,
The more your true love shows.
And you can’t hang on to her,
But then also,
You can’t let go.
Does she really love him,
Or is he just someone new?
Will she really live with him,
Or will she tell him they are through?
Will she try to work things out,
Or will she run from this man, too,
And leave two good men lonely,
Or come running back to you?
And you want her to be happy,
But then too,
The same applies to you.
San Francisco, California, 1977