Must Be A Special Thing Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

People dream about it
People wish for it
and fight for it
and die for it

People look up to the sky
and ask for it
and wish upon a star for it
and some search in bars for it

Girls sit in their beds and dream about it
and wonder all the time about it
and get a bit jealous when when they see it
and wish they could catch it

Middle aged woman fantasize about it
Old men think back upon it
And stiill hope for it
And cry silently for it

People go to extremes for it
people scream for it
And scheme for it
And somehow still dream for it

People have suffered for it
and have walked lonely roads for it
and strive to understand it
and wish they could command it

Old women pine over it
And wish they were in their prime for it
Have waited a long time for it
Some would spend their last dime for it

Writers romantasize about it
Poets rhyme an fantasize about it
Fighters fright for it
Musicians sing and chime about it

Birds sing about it
Flowers bloom about it
People look to the moon for it
People swoon for it

Babies cry for it
Mothers sigh for it
kids get high for it
pshychologists analyze why for it

Plants and trees reach the sky for it
Soldiers fight and say goodbye for it
Rivals vie for it
The shy even try for it

Clowns cry for it
The world goes around for it
People leave town for it
Or hang around for it

Bells ring for it
Chiors sing for it
Monkeys swing for it
Cash registers ring for it

People buy a diamond ring for it
liars lie for it
Ladies show their thigh for it
Men straighten their tie for it

This wonderous thing we call 'Love'
I've been thinking much about it too!

© James T. Adair