LOVE

Since love is such an exciting game,

Could my loving you too much

Incite a riot?

In saying that love is a grand plan,

Is it like saying a piano is grand,

Or a dame is grand,

Or perhaps grand as in grandma?

If you were to fall in love at first sight,

Could it be the site on which you build,

Or a sight that would be just awful?

Some even say that love is just a dream.

If it is like some of mine, that’s scary.

Then, there are those who say that love is blind.

But perhaps, it is the loves who are blind.

As with two good friends of mine,

I believe that loves are blind

Since neither one of them

Realizes that he is not handsome

And she is not lovely.

Real love, for me, appears at whatever time

My smallest granddaughter hugs me tight

And whispers softly, “Grandpa, I love you so.”