The Poetry In You Lyrics

I know they say that love is blind and cannot find its way

Yet lovers find each others' arms on each and every day

From blushing children passing notes beyond the teacher's sight

To grownups locked in love's embrace to ease them through the night

To seniors holding hands against the endless march of time

If they can find their way to love then why oh why can't I?

Love is blind the poet says as poets often do

But I'm inclined to blindly find the poetry in you

The times I thought I'd found my love I found that I was wrong

The love I'd found was never like the love found in a song

With strings that bear the soul aloft in timeless melody

And rhythms like the beating wings of passion flying free

But my love always seems to strike a minor seventh chord

So why oh why does my love die when others' wings have soared?

Love is blind the poet says as poets often do

But I'm inclined to blindly find the poetry in you

In time I've come to tell myself that love's a fruitless quest

The fruits of love, while sweetly sung, are bittersweet at best

And in the larger scheme of things are little more than naught

And largely less important than the greater things I've thought

But now whenever lovers pass I watch them with a sigh

If they can find their way to love then why oh why can't I?

Love is blind the poet says as poets often do

But I'm inclined to blindly find the poetry in you

The poetry in you . . .