In 1958, the mono-hit Monotones (Thanks, Phil!) asked us, "Who Wrote the Book of Love?"
"Chapter One says you love her.
You love her with all your heart.
In Chapter Two you tell her,
You never never never never ever gonna part.
In Chapter Three remember
The meaning of romance.
In Chapter Four you break up
But you give her just one more chance."
About the same time Mickey and Sylvia sang:
"Love, love is strange
Lot of people take it for a game
Once you get it
You'll never wanna quit (no, no)
After you've had it (yeah, yeah)
You're in an awful fix."
In 1938, W.H. Auden published "O Tell Me the Truth About Love"
Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes.
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway guides.
Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.
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