From a million a thousand <br />I narrowed it to one <br />We married and ventured <br />til all came undone <br />Sometimes pairs lose it <br />what life is made of <br />And they go their own ways <br />while they’re dying for love <br /> <br />She lay by the poolside <br />so sleek and alluring <br />A friend for some years <br />My thoughts were maturing <br />I called her sun goddess <br />shared the fire above <br />But I knew she loved women <br />She was trying for love <br /> <br />I met him at Roosevelt <br />He’d done time and done drugs <br />He’d been in a knife fight <br />even taken a slug <br />But I read him, his manner <br />He was eagle and dove <br />He was tougher than steel <br />And yes, dying for love <br /> <br />And I think that I’ve fought them <br />for all of my life <br />They raised me for better <br />I reveled in strife <br />In screaming and in silence <br />I could have thought of <br />the nature of parents <br />They’re just dying for love <br /> <br />At night in the silence <br />full moon in its glow <br />I lie with my reverie <br />small creature below <br />til time has stopped still <br />and the silence will hover <br />Need I say? It’s so clear <br />The night needs a lover <br /> <br />And surrounded by crowds <br />in the surging and ebb <br />At a sale in the plaza <br />the heart weaves its web <br />There’s really no question <br />what we’re all lacking of <br />We go bravely living <br />while we’re dying for love<br /><br />Tom Courtney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-for-love-4/
