The Real Song of Love

There are bands, and there are groups,
Of people who scream 'Rock On' and 'Whoops'!
They gyrate to mad beats, to pure noise,
Drowned away are grace, beauty and poise

There are couples, and there are lovers,
Who think life lies on the bed, underneath the covers.
They work and earn, steal and rob, betray,
Just to live one more night, and waste it the same way

There are no sane people in the world anymore,
Just You and I, just You and I,
There are no keepers of faith and trust anymore,
Just You and I, just You and I

We'll go on like this forever, a day at a time,
Two beads of amber golden, in a pool of slime,
And when the days are done, and dusk approaches,
People will remember, two humming birds among the cockroaches.

And in the realms of moles and gnomes,
Legends will be told, of two butterflies,
And even among those unhappy creatures,
These undeniable truths shall standout against lies.

That there were two, and two only, just two,
Who could take aside, everything the world could do,
And cross distance, time, money and mood,
And be united at first by love of the same music and food.

And when they further met, and met yet again,
Though each had come to the other through much pain,
They gave but love, and comfort, warmth and joy,
She felt again at last as a little cub, who'd found her boy.

They faced a lot of resistance, from out and with-in,
But trust never broke, their belief never give in,
And obstacles were knocked aside, or bowled asunder,
Just as bullies hide under their beds from thunder.

For thunder it was, loud, clear and bold,
That those two exhuded as they grew old,
But forever young were they still, every day,
The shine on his head bright, the glow on hers grey.

Sitting outside their comfortable porch,
He sipping his beer, and she her scotch,
Looking at the sunset, at each colorful stroke,
While around them drifted lazy clouds of smoke.

This is the way they were seen last,
By any who can differentiate slow and fast,
But they say that if you go to Scotland,
And look over a certain hill and when dawn's rays bend.

You will see a road, a yellow brick one,
That you may walk only when your life is done,
And that too if the world remembers you as old,
But only you know that love kept your heart as new as gold.

And if you follow that road down hill,
You will come to a place built with grace and skill,
For those two golden, when they knew they would'nt die,
Built for them a castle, underground in the sky.

And they will live there, waiting, never lonely,
For you, but that too if only,
You too rose up against the slime,
And at last found someone, with whom to shine!