Silly Love Rhyme, but True

When will I be famous?
When will I be smart?
When will I bring home
lots of money?
When will you break my heart?
Mostly likely never, to the first.
The next, right now, I'm told.
The third's a matter of perception,
and the fourth, if I may be so bold
is when the moon stops rising
or the grass should turn to blue,
all the oceans flow with chardonnay,
or I stop loving you.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013