Ph: Love: Too Much Love? Poem by Brian Johnston

(A Note To Myself)

Can one possibly get too much love?
Sounds absurd to a hug famished soul!
But if filling your cup is your goal
And you’d rather not leave it to luck
You might want to just think something of
Why your heart doesn’t quack like a duck.

Yes, ducks walk and ducks talk but not hearts
But do you even know what heart does?
Besides give off cicada-like buzz
Every time that a cute girl is near
A reminder you’re lacking in arts,
That is making you thirsty for beer.

Though a heart that’s not full is a lack,
It’s not right to store girls on a shelf,
A convenience store stock for yourself
One to pop open when you get dry
Or to drive like a new cadillac
With your fly opened up to the sky

But the crux of the matter is this
If just quantity’s all that you seek
You will find that your heart springs a leak
As love’s flavor fades slowly from view
With the magic that’s found in a kiss,
But the loss that will hurt most is you.