Reasons



A love poem for C.J.Mc.A







because you smiled when I cried and didn't ask why

(when I told you you smiled and thought it natural);

because you have cold fingers but don't like gloves

because you won't drink coffee but like your tea strong enough to stand a spoon in.

because you are beautiful

(although you don't think so)

(How can you not think so?)

because you admire the way I drink whiskey (like a man),

because you find me seats so I can see the lights.

because you look for what is right

(Even if you won't search for it in stubborness)

because you dance - in a way

and want  life to be lived like it is in Novels

(Even if you don't)

(But who does now adays?)

because you own fifteen copies of The Rubaiyat (or so);

(classier than G.B.S*, nothing excessive)

and look for snakes in Ireland - 

the world after all - is rarely reasonable

for all these reasons and more maybe

because you want a hippo in your bathroom;

(pygmy will do, you are a practical man)

i can love you a little.







*Footnote - G.B.S is the way the playwright George Bernard Shaw signed himself in his letters to Ellen Terry the actress.







L.B. - Sunday, 26th November 2000