If I Could But Make Her Love Me
If I Could But Make Her Love Me
By Rick Rucker
If I could but make her love me,
By any means at hand,
There would always be blue skies above me
Everywhere in the land.
That doesn’t seem too hard to do,
After all, it is a fact,
The others I would happily eschew,
She has given me just what I lacked.
Feeling old, and tired and lost,
I scarcely dared to hope for love,
Afraid to pay the ultimate cost,
Fearing thunder from above.
I knew not what answer my pleas of love might bring,
Would it be laughs, derision, and hurt?
Or a promise to wear a ring?
Or maybe only an answer curt?
Has it always been this way?
Does a lover have to bleed,
Over what he has to say,
All about his inner need?
Love is a part of us, it’s true,
Tho’ some say it is base, and vile,
But if that were the case, why does it make us dumb things do,
Like a Disney cartoon, blowing smoke rings all the while?
Must the course of Love be barred,
From a far-too-easy win,
Merely by being hard?
Plus a rough kick in the shin?
Covered with cuts, and now bleeding,
Disregarding advice to go slow,
My friends’ cautions I’m not heeding.
Preferring instead to let ‘er blow!
No one else knows how I feel,
She thinks I am a superhero,
In front of an axe man I would kneel,
If it would reduce her execution to zero!
If I could but make her love me,
I would be the most happy man
I will try to let her see
Our wonderful life, that’s my plan!
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