Finding Words For Spring - Ray Jessel

Miss Adler?

Yes, Mr Holmes?

You ask me what I believe

Well, I believe in the things I perceive

A man is a rational being and functions amazingly well

If he uses his five given senses and hearing and touching and hearing and

tasting and seeing

And smell

Pray tell?

But love is a snare and illusion and therefore it must be dismissed

For if something’s not visible, audible, smell able, taste able, tangible,

then I must insist

Love doesn’t exist

And until I can hear words of proof, to all the views I’m aloof

Dear Sir, on this delicate subject I have very little to say

And yet, there are difficult subjects I gladly debate half the day

Finding words for spring is no easy thing, still I’m sure I’d find a few

What words would be right to describe the night?

Somehow I would find them too

How can one explain love’s sweet splendour, the most tender words won’t do

You must find love then you’ll find that love will explain itself to you

Should you want to pray lazy summer days I could find a phrase or two

But for love mere words, though they’re clever, they’ll just never, never do

You must fall in love then you’ll find that love will explain itself to you

(But if it’s not audible)

You must be fall in love (visible, smell able)

Then you’ll find that love (taste able, tangible)

Will explain itself (then I must insist) to you

(Love doesn’t exist)