POEM: Love Love

I love camping

I love fish and chips

The sound of babies laughter

I love the sun light on my face

The moonlight on my back

Climbing over mountain boulders

I love to see kids holding hands with moms

And resting on fathers shoulders

I love the sound of clicking shoes on hardwood floors

And singing songs that haven't been sung

I love double decker p.b. & j's

Rivaled only by the double decker oreo

I love to wake up before the alarm

I love to step on beached seashells

Hearing the crack, a sharp contrast to the constant that is the ocean

I love to compliment

I love to laugh alone

I love curves; be they on women, or grades, or in bell's statistics

I love numbers, saying perpendicular, and formulaic

I love finding cream treats in my donuts, especially if they come from bavaria.

I love love

I love puppets when they dance with their long hair

I love to hear my father wistle.

I love the way the baseball sounds when it is caught in a leather mit.

I love the sound of laughter in the Aparment below me, above me, around me.

I love the sounds of water lapping against a docked boat.

I love watching cattails sway in the wind.

I love the smell of fruit in the morning.

I love music played loudly while I clean house

I love music that cleans the house of myself

I love poems that ring true for everyone

and love that lasts through duldrums

I love sharing with others all that is, was, and will be

I love playing hopscotch when I pass some childs chalk doodles

I love turning around and doing it again

Or running down the street with my arms open to the wind

chasing birds as they meander through the streets looking for scraps of food

I love emotions that hit me like a brick

For it is then that I feel most alive

I love sadness, because it reminds me of the joy that once was, and will come again

I love that yesterday and tomorrow play leapfrog while I am trapped in today.

I love life because without life, love would not be,

and without love, life would not be.