We fall in love so frequently,

We begin to think falling

In love is a random calling,

As common as looking at a face

In the market, a train, or anyplace.

I only admit secretly to my eye

How easy love is. Women say goodbye

To a roving eye. The insult is

Love’s a look. Unfortunately it is.

Women are touched by looks and story.

They love a little more sensibly,

But loving for them is easy, too.

To love is easy. All that mattered was being loved by you.