LOVE . . . . . . . . . . .

It must have been love, but it's over now,
it must have been good biut I lost it somehow;
no worries, I'll find someone else in the play,
be flexible, lighten up, never the same so they say.

Do you remember playing cards, games, on your own,
ended up gazing, wondering why you were home alone,
get out there, find someone new, your choice, it's up to you, 
instead of wishing what could have been, chances so few.

Then Mama came along with smile that swept me away,
wow, what a ime we had, it seemed to last forever and a day;
don't say a prayer for me now, save it for the morning after,
that we stay together forever with love and golden laughter.

It must have been love but I gained it somehow,
to  find you was better, just to have love always now.