Love In America
by Michael Doyle

America's love can seem a bit of fecklessness
Filled as it is with a bit of recklessness
Teenaged angst of not wishing to cry anymore
The heartbreak is equitable among rich and poor

So many wish they could leave it where it can stay
Others wish they could refuse the love of Valentine's Day
Being in love can seem like some superhuman ecstasy 
As you summon the strength to chase your fantasy

The problem with love in America is all the ways
We can approach it by living our passing days
Romance, with its impracticalities, can be so extreme
As we try to match the flair of our movie screens

There's a chronic man-to-woman sense of confrontation
A type of bewilderment that spreads across our nation
Love, like democracy, is a fine ideal for me, and you
They just don't work no matter how much we want them to 

The desires of our hearts do not always match our reason
No matter how close it is to the approaching Valentine's season
Love's ashes crumble as they collide with life's compromise
Paradise becomes a living Hell as our nights reach their sunrise

The problems with love in America in all our living days
Is how unsettled it seems in the part that imperfection plays
Still, even if only in our dreams, love must end well
It's just part of the optimism of our American love tale

(c) February 11, 2025   Michael Doyle
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