Love Of Mine

Love of mine, when you're born

I tell myself that you'll never die

And I throw my arms

Around the girl who finds you,

'Cause the world is rosier

Through your eyes

I don't suppose you caught her name?

Never mind; I'll just name her

After you, love of mine

And fashion her into

A sweet, long-legged icon,

Making our prayers holier

Satisfied, love, that she gave us to each other

The only thing she's done for me

That you could never do

And for it, she'll always be remembered

After she discovers I don't love her

Half as much as you

Love of mine, when she goes,

Why can't you stay here with me?

Love of mine, when you die

I tell myself that you never lived

Even as I curse the girl

Who says she'll find someone worthier

Of the gift