Love Isn't Spoken Here
Love Isn't Spoken Here
Young man, don't sing me Love's Old Sweet Song---
I'm too familiar with the chorus---
And all those other pretty words belong
In the pages of Roget's Thesuarus.
It may be sincere,
It may be a line---
Whatever the hell it may be---
The things you are saying
May sound perfectly fine
To anyone else but me.Love isn't spoken here,
It's not even implied;
All those who enter here
Leave their illusions outside.It's really so absurd
That you think love could last;
I may have used that word
Once in the dim, distant past.For both of our sakes, you musn't start,
I've heard all that nonsense before---
Can't you read the sign on my heart?
Ici on ne parle pas d'amour.You can talk till your blind
Of your life, your career---
Just keep in mind:
Love isn't spoken here.