Love’s Foolish Game

The moon and the thunder, the sunshine and the rain, they’re all a part of love’s foolish game. The sinctipated heartbeat of parted of lovers on a cloudy afternoon, sitting at a window watching raindrops they swoon another part of love’s foolish game. Love’s foolish game drives us round in circles; love’s foolish game makes us children once more. Where ever we wander, whatever we do, one thing you can be sure of, love’s foolish game will find you. (Author’s Note: Although there was no date on this piece, on the other side of the paper there was a poem that was dated 2 May 1985, so I am assuming this must be near that date in 1985.)