Classic Poem

"Love is a many splendid thing."
that's what someone said,
but don't ask me who.

Love is different things
for different people,

but for me,
love is about
being there
for someone special,
and about them
being there for me too.

I love my Mum & Dad,
and yes, my brother too,
and all his family,
and all my other relatives,

all my close friends,
and the other ones too,
who I only see now and then,

I love Annie on 2XX,
who I've never even met,
who just talks away
to me on the radio,
happy as can be,
brightening up my morning.

I love:
rock stars,
pop stars,
movie stars,
and lots of people
who I will never even know,
except through their publicity machines,

yet if you asked me,
I'd say,
" Sure, I love:
Shania,
Alanis,
Pamela,
and Kim Hope too"

and so many more,
whose names escape me,
leaving me with
only fleeting images,
from movies, TV, and magazines.

I love happy people,
and struggling souls,
and down-and-outs,
and just about everyone!

I love beautiful people,
and the rest too,
because beauty isn't about
size or shape,
it's about what's inside,
and what you think and do.

But I don't have
someone special in my life.
A lover,
to love,
and be loved by,
passionately,
sexually,
sensually!

so instead I dream on,
just loving life itself.

And yes, I go on loving
those girls
from bordellos too,
just occasionally.

Hey, I'm only human,
and I need loving too.
Or is that just sex & lust ?

I need loving,

I need love,

I love loving,

but don't ask me
what love is.