The Trouble With...

The Trouble With …

The trouble with love, is
it takes sides
too much to one
too little another.
Many get lost in its maze,
to others, a straight road
interstating, zonk, outta nowhere
into everlasting contentment.

How did love start?
Whose name is on the cup?
Where did national love day go?
Was it a sixties thing?
Women always say, I love you, first, I’m told
their cards well and truly on Valentine’s table
and it’s that thing you’re always
expected to say back,
true or not.

Love has sailed past me, many times
smiling, curtsying and waving wildly
besotted from the chrome rails
of a man-o-war, as it passes
in the opposite direction.

But love IS the word,
nothing comes close,
just love.
Then, the eyes fog
and a rose coloured
short sighted nirvana
prances about beside you
like some gormless
morris dancing
Nancy.

Jerry Pike