What do I Love?

What is it that I love?

No fawn or minnow, bee or dove.

What is it that I love?

No tree or mountain–soil below or sky above.

 

For what does my heart sing?

For what do my tears sting?

For what, in me, does longing ring?

I love the girl who sits alone

In crowded rooms behind head phones

I love that girl and can flee no more,

So help me, I love the girl next door.

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