Love - - and the World Goes Round
 (to a lost friend) 


		                  I had, in my first forty years, 
			             no idea what love was about,
			    Until this woman came along,
				  and captured my heart,
					my whole being.

			    There had been many attractions,
				  some affairs,  a marriage,
			     And, I was certain, inside myself,
				  always .  .  . love was involved.
			     How little we know.

			     This woman .  .  . This man .  .  .
				loved .  .  .
					like it would go out of style.
				loved .  .  . 
					as if it would disappear from the earth.

			     And, this man .  .  . this woman .  .  .
				as if making up for lost time,
			      	kept renewing, and renewing, and renewing.
			      Love did not go out of style.
			      Love did not disappear.

			      God,  we loved .  .  .  touchingly,
				movingly, poignantly.
			      Not always liked, but always loved.
			      With and without carnal desire,
			      With and without sensual delight.

			      But never, never without deep feeling,
				never without indelible, 
				      pervading love.
			      		Always .  .  .  .  .  .

                                                                                           ( end )


Copyright  c  February 1994  -  WA Richard - All Rghts Rsvd

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