We heard someone playing, "The Look of Love," --
I said, "That's my favorite song,"
Then she replied, "Believe it or not,
Intrigued beyond measure -- a glimpse of a tale,
She smiled somewhat wistfully, shrugged and related
"As a girl, I was fond of writing love poems,
Sent some of them to an ostensible publisher --
Those fly-by-night chiselers just wanted money --
About ten years later, I wished that I'd kept them
One poem had become, 'The Look of Love' --
Those songwriters constantly sift through old poetry --
-$- Author's note: A true story -$-
by D. Edgar Murray 02/12/2000.