THE OTHER KIND When she said I love you She meant another kind of love The other kind Her teasing sweetness Her helpless blush Stirred the kind of love I know Over the months since I came to know Another kind of love The other kind Have I pondered long and passionately Those conditions and feelings One must grasp both worldly and spiritually To understand her anger I cannot When this shallow soul that I am Attempted considering the image she presented to show the kind of love I know I’ll not now claim to understand her strange sort of love When her teasing sweetness Her helpless blush Still haunts these many years Dave Austin