This is the love poem
It may be the last love poem
So grab it and run with it
Grab it and run

That was what it was like,
Remember?
Like running to catch that
Rollercoaster
That good and exciting and worth running for was like love.
The one thing that made tolerable the idea of living to a hundred
and would make me still want to get up and run.
Everything each of us became Aeverything both of us wanted to do
Love was like everything
good
Everything good was like
love.

Every hobby of mine was you
Wind rushing in my ears was you
In such times all I could hear was you
Laughing at a clean joke was you
Laughing and not knowing why was you

Even Hitler, the world's most hated man,
found that warm bosom to rest his head upon
found that hand he'd run an extra mile to hold.

Just now, running hand in hand at
Full tilt towards the next thrill,
Did I feel your hand pull back?
Lagging?
Resistance?
Hesitant?
Fear?

I know you can keep up, run on dear
Love is exciting, thrilling and fun
So why do I feel you lagging now, hon?

Even if you are a hundred
There is that one
Whose eyes capture your eternal youth
And that brings you back to run.
this is the last love poem
And that's enough reason to
Take my hand and run.