It’s Possible

My friends think I’m a goner,
That I’m totally besotted;
That you are so far in my head
The thinking bits have rotted

And I suppose it’s possible
I’ve got a small thing for you —
I also think it’s possible
I totally adore you

But love is out of fashion;
We’re just animals, it’s said.
And what might feel like love
Is just some defect in my head —

And that all might be true.
But yet, I love how you enthrall.
It’s possible that science, also,
Doesn’t know it all.

My friends don’t understand: that’s fine.
These looks, this smile, this sound —
It’s possible I’ll be this way
As long as your
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