Through A Lover’s Eyes

Flowers on the Piano

I fell in love
With a woman who was:

Strong and smart
Canny and wise
Clever and able
To improvise

Loving and sweet
Funny and bright
Able to rest or to
Dance all night

She was and is all of these things, to be sure
You should believe, and not doubt me:

For she didn’t need me to make herself whole
She was amazing without me

Love Is Really Kind of Amazing and Stuff


My wife is my companion
She puts up with a lot
I’m not too good with people
And handy I am not

I love her to distraction
And find, amazingly
That even after all this time
She’s still in love with me

Anna Remembers


She felt a tear form in her eye –

For those she’d known in days gone by

When she was young and hale and strong

And when the future still seemed long

For now her days are fraught with ache

With muscles frail and bones that break

Back then, though, she was young and free

And wasted not her liberty

She danced once on a show’r of stars

To music from Cuban guitars

In old Havana long ago

A man her family didn’t know

They ran and laughed until it hurt

She placed her hand upon his shirt

Then felt her lover’s warm embrace —

All as that tear rolls down her face

What Lila Wrote in Henry’s Yearbook


Henry – all the years I’ve known you
You have been my closest friend,
And through all the high school chaos
I have known I could depend

On your strange, erratic friendship
On the knife edge of your wit
To cut through the vines surrounding
School and life and – all of it

But, sometimes, I know you’re headstrong
And you think your life is set
But I’m sure you have no concept
Who you really are just yet

There’s a loving man inside you
Yes. That’s right. I said, “a man”
You think that there’s something lacking
But there’s not. I know you can

Be whoever you set out to.
Of all this I have no doubt.

your Lila –

who reminds you
That you’ve never asked her out

The Funny Thing About Love Is…


Real lovers
Respect each other
Real lovers also
Can laugh about their failings
With each other

The respect comes first
And remains at last
The laughter of lovers
Can bring cleansing

It is a fine line
Laughing at each other
But love
And only love
Can turn laughter
Into joy