We fall in love so frequently,
We begin to think falling
In love is a random calling,
As common as looking at a face
In the market, a train, or anyplace.
I only admit secretly to my eye
How easy love is. Women say goodbye
To a roving eye. The insult is
Love’s a look. Unfortunately it is.
Women are touched by looks and story.
They love a little more sensibly,
But loving for them is easy, too.
To love is easy. All that mattered was being loved by you.