Love & Laughter

Love came to me the other night
As I sat and watched my favourite show
And touched me on the shoulder
And – voice like honey – began to speak
“Hold on!” I cried,
For the joke was not yet made
And the setup so divine
And when at last
The laugh-track swelled the room
And I obediently chuckled
I turned, smiling,
To see if Love, too, was amused
And found myself alone