Love - Definition # 6,997,412 Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

And so, for decades I had looked
to find true love.
A mile long string of beauties on my hit parade.
When, on a Sunday, all the clouds were ill-assembled.
I found it deep within myself, this thing called LOVE.

'So, it is true', I said, 'we only love ourselves'.
'All else is foam of rather cheap champagne at best.'
And when I looked again inside myself for love,
I found it wrapped around
a lovely thing called YOU.