Love's Epiphany - Men Without Hats

I wrote down this poem by the light of the moon

Roses are red, and remind me of you

And all of a sudden, out of the blue

Love’s epiphany

Call me a dreamer, call me a fool

The colors of autumn are often imbued

With the sweet smell of summer as life starts anew

Love’s epiphany

Love’s epiphany

And life in all her wisdom and her ways

Fall silent and await the end of days

And the question in our minds will always be

What becomes of me?

Love’s epiphany

What becomes of me?

Love’s epiphany

Love’s epiphany

Love’s epiphany

I wrote you this poem by the light of the moon

Knowing full well that if wishes come true

They can also buy the same token anew

Love’s epiphany

Love’s epiphany

And life in all her beauty and her grace

Lies wilting in the ashes of her rage

And the question in our hearts will always be

What becomes of me?

Love’s epiphany

What becomes of me?

Love’s epiphany

What becomes of me?

Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)

Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)

Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)

Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)

Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)

Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)