What Fools These Mortals Be

I hate to be cynical

Over analytical

But I must tell you what's wrong with love

Man is too clinical

He could reach the pinnacle

If he would just simply go along with love

Love stands waiting

With the arrow quivering in the bow

Why does the lover complicate it so?

What fools these mortals be

When lovers come caressing

Their eyes are open wide

But they don't see

Anywhere they go

Love is theirs to know

But they question each suggestion

And there goes the glow

It's plain as A-B-C

But they keep second guessing

When they should trust each blessing

Completely

Love has its rules

Not taught in schools

What fools these mortals be

It's plain as A-B-C

But they keep second guessing

When they should trust each blessing

Completely

Love has its rules

Not taught in schools

What fools these mortals be

What fools these mortals be