It Would Be Nice

Two Poems For One

Oh, What Is Love?

Oh, what is love?
I’ve often wanted to know
So that I would know
When I was in love.

Oh! What is love?
So I will know
When I should say
It is you, I love.

Oh! What is love?
So that I will know
What this feeling is.
Is it, that it is you I love?

I do not know
Just what love is
But somehow I know
It will be mine someday.

Some day as I go
About my way,
Something will let me know.
I have nothing to fear.

Oh! What is love?
Often I’ve wanted to know
So I can tell
If it was I you do love.

Oh! What is love?
So I will know
What you will say
If it is I, you love.

Oh! What is love?
And how will I know
What will you say
When it is I, you love?

Oh! What is love?
So that I will know
Just what your feelings are.
Is it that it is I, you love?

I do not know
Just what love is
But someday I’ll know
And be able to tell.

I’ll be able to go
My who life through
With someone, I’ll show
My love is true.

(This writing continues in somewhat different structure, with the following that was on the back side of the sheet of paper. It did not have a separate title.)

I seem not to wish
(I know not why)
It was you I did love.
It would be nice.

I have talked with some
(I know not why.)
And have thought of love.
It would be nice.

I have wondered at times
(I know not why)
Just when I would find mine.
It would be nice.

I started talking to you
(I know not why.)
It was the other day or so.
It would be nice.

First, I did not think
(I know not why.)
You were one I could love.
It would be nice.

But now, - I know not why –
I seem to wish
It was you I would love.
It would be nice.

This was copied from a yellow, unlined paper. 
On the front written in ink were these words.
“During the 3rd week in the month of May 1961” 
I believe it was June 30, 1961, Carol and I were married.
Larry E. Whittington