Love, In Itself

All of these insurmountable tasks 
That lay before me 
All of the firsts 
And the definite lasts 
That lay in store for me 

There was a time 
When all on my mind was love 
Now I find 
That most of the time 
Love's not enough 
In itself 

I've a tendency 
To be unhappy, you see 
The thoughts in my head 
All the words that were said 
All the blues and the reds 
Get to me 

All of these absurdities 
That lay before us 
All of the doubts 
And the certainties 
That lay in store for us