AT LONG LAST LOVE
I'm so in love, and though it gives me joy intense,
I can't decipher, if I'm a lifer,
Or if it's just a first offense.
I'm so in love, I've no sense of values at all.
Is this a playtime affair of Maytime,
Or is it a windfall?
Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail this feeling of joy,
Or is what I feel the real McCoy?
Is it for all time, or simply a lark?
Is it Granada I see or only Asbury Park?
Is it a fancy not worth thinking of,
Or is it at long last love?