Waste Love

Don't be afraid to turn me down.
It never has been free.
And I'm prepared to pay the price,
The cost of loving thee.

Rejections are the common dues,
The fees for what I do.
Finding souls who I can love,
And losing ones like you.

Though most lost loves just walk away,
As often as it's done;
I much prefer rejection's sting.
So please, just turn and run.

And don't leave out the parting words,
The ones some always fear.
The ones, somehow devoid of truth;
Which make it oh so clear.

The best of all these parting words,
That I am just a 'bore'.
Is just so bland and insincere,
It's easy to ignore.

And don't forget the crucial thing
So valued here on earth.
The note that says someday I'll find
The girl who knows my worth.

These truly are such mirthful words
I'm bound to go away,
Joyful and content again.
To die, once more, this way.

You know, of course, just who she is.
The one around the bend.
The one that's waiting just for me.
The one that God will send.

The one, that could be anyone.
Just anyone, but you.
The one for whom I yearn this day,
For whom my love is true.

Yes anyone but who you are,
Is suited just for me.
It's only those I've never loved;
Who love me, don't you see.

This, of course, is what you mean.
And that's what brings me joy.
The myraid of reasoned words
Girls use to dump a boy.

So go ahead and turn me down,
Reject my love so true.
I have so much stored up you see;
Waste love, is what I do.

GREENWOLFE 1962