LOVE Poem: IN MY BABY’S ARMS, by Sam Hendrian

Come,
Let us go through the motions of love,
Let us kiss, let us say you-know-what.

I’ll hold you
While you sing
“In My Baby’s Arms”
And I’ll believe I’m your baby.

Come,
Let us share spaghetti and meatballs,
Let us ride one noodle to each other’s lips.

I’ll mold you
While I sing
“Moonlight Serenade”
And you’ll believe I’m truly serenading.

Maybe if we waited longer
We wouldn’t have to pretend,
We wouldn’t know that the end
Was waiting just around the bend.

We could go through the motions,
Except they wouldn’t be motions,
They would be love itself.

I could hold you
While you sing
“In My Baby’s Arms”
And you wouldn’t have to believe because you’d know.

You’d scold me for molding you
Beyond what you are;
“Moonlight Serenade”
Could trade strings for guitar.

But we didn’t wait,
We rushed right out of the gate,
Except now we hesitate
To decide whether we were too early or too late

Oh-oh-oh-oh what a dream
To imagine I was in my baby’s arms.