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YOUNG LOVE

 

 

There is a magic that, if we’re blessed, throughout our life persists…

a phenomenon that can’t be explained by philosophers or scientists.

 

It’s been around long before we were born and will be around long after we are through…it’s something you might find hard to believe…until it happens to you.

 

It can only occur naturally…it can’t be manufactured…or bought…and only after you’ve experienced it does it become easier to spot.

 

You can see it in your family and friends with just the naked eye…it is particularly easy to spot in older couples walking by.

 

Since, once experienced it becomes easier to see…

I wonder…if Charles Darwin knew of its origin…or Isaac Newton its gravity.

 

Surely something this fascinating begs for the expertise…of Plato…

his mentor Aristotle…

or his student, Socrates.

 

And what is this phenomenon whose praises have long been sung?

It’s the fact that even as our bodies grow old…the love inside us stays young.

 

That, even as we age and our actions and reflexes are slowing,…the love we first experienced long ago in our hearts and minds…keeps growing.

 

It is a fact we all will die…to think differently is a fools endeavor…

but love…once it’s touched us and touched another…will live on…forever.

 

Love has a way of defying time and space…of gravity…of origin and causation…

of never being fully understood…of eluding explanation.

 

And I, for one, having experienced it…

feeling its wonder every day…

am not only glad it is so mysterious…

but wouldn’t have it any other way.

 
 
 
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A Calf Love Crisis

I couldn’t be more sure

Of all the nostalgia I’d endure,

If I were to explore

A calf love crisis

That was so hard to cure,

 

How your mummy, she knew mine,

They’d been friends

For a little time,

And the time that you explained,

Your first name, it was Jane,

 

I really loved you, Jane,

But you only

Gave me pain,

You said ‘hello’ the first,

But it only ended for the worst.

 

In our local swimming pool,

I swam so close to you,

Did you smirk

To your bob-haired friend,

Between the deep and the shallow end?

 

So I just shyly slinked away,

Feeling such a fool that day,

Pet Clark reinforced

My bitter woe,

Singing My Love on the radio,

 

I really loved you, Jane,

But you only

Gave me pain,

You said ‘hello’ the first,

But it only ended for the worst.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsdwgdtCigk

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Calf Love Crisis existed in its original form as a song written when I was around 19 in memory of an early love of mine, an especially painful case of calf love suffered during swimming classes in West London as I remember it, before being reworked in 2003, and then again in 2015; with a freshly edited version being prepared in June 2017.

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What if

What if I could just be there? Help you pick out every tomato from all the others in the market. Carry you when you get tired, catch you when you fall. Be something in your life. Hold you the moment I can. Wrap my arms around you, an alien from the same mother united by a force unknown. Allow you to escape our orbit when you rest your head on my chest like there is nothing to be afraid of. Take every punch to the face to protect you from evil. Run a million miles to cure you of any sickness.

 

Would you still think the same of me? Would you learn to love my weaknesses and trust my strengths? Would you believe in something greater than the eye can see? Would you be there when I arrived?

I guess all a man can do is hope. Believe in the soul that takes my breath away even if she can’t see why. Trust that I’m not just crazy and alone, that someone is just as crazy as I am. I’ve been told I can do anything I put my mind to; I guess it’s time to prove it.

 

 

 

 

It’s not about what happened yesterday, it’s what you make of tomorrow. 

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