I see your face
In the clouds, the moon
In the flowers of afternoon
In the pebbles, the rocks
In the concrete pavement blocks
In the sands, the stars
In the strumming of guitars

It’s love, love, love
Everyone agrees
It’s called pareidolia
My doctor disagrees

So delighted I was when you
Began to fill the emptiness in me
Little did I imagine I would
End up with clogged arteries