Love and I
 

Love and I are old friends but not that old

Old enough though to have been 'around

A bit' as they say. Love joyously smiled on me

But sometimes it was I who let love down and

In a big way too on occasions. But, nonetheless,

I mostly survived as did love's affection for me
 

I have courted, cavorted, frolicked and rollicked

My way through life and see no reason for change

I am a lively some might say blithe spirit. Carefree

In the extreme but nonetheless caring and fortunately

Entirely deprived of a need to draw attention to this

Embarrassing flaw
 

Her legs were long like nights are long

Of gossamer and silk. She might have

Been an acrobat so agile were her hips

She had a sway, an elegant way, she could

Really blow a horn as every car that passed

Would blast... I loved her sexy walk
 

Yes, love and I are old friends and it is by this means

That I became a collector of emotions. A dreamer of

dreams. A teller of revealing tales both real and

Imagined. The line between truth and imagination

I blur in order to advance the validity of the tale
 

Selfish? Yes, I admit I am. How could I not be

Given the feast that life has laid before me?

I am repentant in a small way… don't be silly of

Course I'm not - why should I be?

If born a millionaire why would I wish to be a pauper?

So I rejoice in love, write about love, love is the wealth

And the blessing I was born with. I can't spend it in a shop

But it sure feels good at night...
 

Her smile was my sunshine her eyes my starlight

I loved her and loved her I prayed for the night

When shadows came creeping into our dark room

Where she bathed me in love by the light of the moon...
 

More anon

©Joseph G Dawson