I heard that Love Comes Quickly.
I heard, “there’s only one girl in the world for you.”
I also heard Love Takes Time
And even L’amour est Bleu
Never even ever tasting love
Had told some girls so: French blue.
Then break dancing in the Rotunda,
if ever an angel
there was you.
Love songs on the radio could be playing
but they won’t tell me as you do.
It’s not soft chords scored on ruled paper
but a dance you get into.