I am filled with Love

for every breaking wave

for all the black Fairies

and piano playing nymphs;

for the honeysuckle temptress

and sweet-talking traitor;

for the pill-providing Oracle

whose cave is blocked off

by arachnid guardians;

for the trouser-loosening

brace-wearing little devil;

for the long-distance lionness

whose proper responses

are just as forbidding

as a scarecrow's smile;

for the lanky pagan

who puts you down 

by telling you

that it can only get better;

for the despairing autocrat

--- angry and impatient ---

who neverthess calls you

a Friend;

for the propaganda advocate

who ignores your earnest confessions

and then showers you

with quaint family portraits.

Love, love, love, to you all.