Ivan Divine (unfinished)

One lovely spring morning
with birds singing above,
Ivan divine
was feeling quite fine
and daydreaming
of love.

"Love is like a flower,"
he said.
"it opens up its wings-"
"sounds like a bird to me,"
said Laura Lee.
"You speak of silly things."

Then Ivan Divine
was put into line
when he set eyes on she,
the lovely and the beautiful,
the little Laura Lee.
"But you must be mistaken,
for love is in the air!
it lives in flowers,
birds and trees,
why, love is everywhere."

And as he said these words, he felt,
a feeling grow inside,
that filled the corners of his soul,
'till nowhere he could hide.
As Laura looked disdainfully,
he thought, oh my,
how could this be?
I have just found
this thing called love,
and it is killing me!