Love Poem: Arthritic Vision Ponders Dementia's Dreams of Love's Future
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Arthritic Vision Ponders Dementia's Dreams of Love's Future

Arthritic Vision Ponders Dementia's Dreams of Love's Future!
I’m a fool for you, dear one, if weakness, my choice, As a man, though redundant, a poetic voice! I’ll rain showers of kindness (won’t blitz your parade), And have umbrella close by should glare suggest shade! There’ll be lemonade iced down for days that it’s hot And a jacket to borrow whenever it’s not! Hold your hand if you tremble (from fear in some way), As both ears lean to treasure what you have to say. On a day you need rest, yours to cuddle and spoon, And my home is your home (the back side of the moon?)! Should we muse in Moon's crater, enjoy Earth’s green dells, May we laugh, sing with birds, feel a breeze that foretells That should we reincarnate, past’s gold’s ours to mint To exchange for a future, it’s Karma well spent! Might we live love in gardens, as husband and wife? Is time ‘blush on a rose?’ Care to share afterlife? Long Tooth May 1st of 2019 Poet’s Notes: I’ve long felt that there is nothing wrong with boldly declaring that there are several friends in my life who I genuinely love, women I still feel sexually attracted to. So am I then a new Don Quixote (if not insane)? Am I tilting at windmills, to even dream this quest is on a path of honor? Who has the time? What man can clone himself, even in these days of moon landings! To love any woman, even one woman is like trying to juggle razor sharp Samurai Swords standing up in an empty canoe without a keel or any ballast to stabilize you. It borders on the edge of too much work, though the rewards may (to many men) seem worth the effort, a dropped sword can sink one's boat! How can one’s spirit be wholly free and feel love at the same time? Nevertheless, to experience this is my purpose in life, and my goal (if it is even possible) is to share this gift with as many as I can, given the constraints of human life. Is there any truth higher than this, “to love, one has to let go?” Oh, let ME be loved by YOU in such a way (and still find you there!)