Looping in love,
like a coy dove,
flights of fancy from above,
a treasure trove of love,
jumping through hoops,
mind game hoops,
furtive glances hoops,
shy smiles hoops,
all kinds ....
tangled in a bind,
still looping in love,
like a shy dove,
Hand in glove,
with the troubles,
that bubble in the game,
played in love's name.
Frisky like a fawn,
in this looping ,
I am gone,
torn and shorn,
of jumping the hoops ,
in this looping in love like a shy dove,
I guess I will just scoot!
