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A Cynic's Viewpoint on Love
I remember that moment in time
  When life didn't seem so real
  Almost like I was in a daze
  My mind was numb,no matter the pain
  I couldn't feel
  
  Let's take that scene from the park
  In my mind it's a pretty good start
  Start from square one on what went down that day
  You'll find out why I didn't stay
  
  Two moms and a child , all hand and hand
  The looks in their eyes could only be love
  The man on that bench is giving them a glare
  I hope to God that they don't care
  
  Take a look at what's happening ,way over there
  A jogger and his dog ambling by
  When the dog dog saw a squirrel and didn't run away
  What the jogger felt could only be love
  
  See that librarian by the picnic tables
  Over there reading the thick book
  She turned to the last page with a sigh
  As if she'd lost a friend
  
  Over by the soccer field
  A boy just scored a goal
  His teammates missed his hair
  An raised in him in the air, like a king
  
  At the fountain in the middle of the park
  I can't see it very well, it's almost dark
  A man gets down on one knee
  And suddenly he has a bride-to-be
  
  Down under the tallest tree
  A father tosses his baby in the air
  She squeals in delight
  Because she knows he will catch her
  And the way she trusts him, is described as love
  
  What is love, I ask myself
  I think I found out that night
  The scene in the park ,I thought
  Was trying to tell me what was right
  
  I look for the man alone on the bench
  Watching a cynic's view on love
  Then I saw something that amazes me
  He was by the fountain, with his bride-to-be
  
  Somewhere along this path
  I've hoped that you'd realize something
  In none of these stories can I see you and me
  I think you know why I didn't stay.

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I wrote this piece about two years ago. It shows how others view love, especially when they think they don't have any.