Three times was I a fool for love: For a boy, a man, and a teen. As a girl, as a woman, and in-between A fool, a fool, a fool I was for love. 5 Three times blessed, three times cursed, All before my thirty-fist. First a lad with an open face Bade me love, and my heart did race; His heart like a cloud that shifts and strays 10 Blew me about, and then blew me away. I was a fool, and I would not see A boy is a boy, and ever shall be. Then a teen, or two, or ten Bade me love them as I was then, 15 Young and lovely, but my heart was fickle: Love was a game of slap and tickle. I was a fool who played gaily Thinking my heart would ever be free. At last a man, made dark and tall, 20 Stalked straight to my soul And bade me stand by both altar and cradle, And stoop and stir my heart with a ladle. And I a fool, a fool, a fool so free Gave love, and give, most solemnly.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.