Simply Love



"Love casts no shadow but its spell."
The poet, author


1.  Open The Door

Open the door to love, seat it at the head of your table, place it on a throne,
And let it reign unhindered, steal the show, call the shots, save the day and set the tone.
Yes, let love direct your heart, take the wheel, circle each day on your calendar too,
That it may pave the way, heal some wound, bridge some gulf, and pursue the right avenue.

Oh yes, let love stalk the wayward, scale any wall, pull back the curtains, scent the air,
Surround each crib and farewell each casket, hover tenderly where there’s any tear.
Yes, let love choose the right time and place, even words, arrange the notes in every tune,
Thus taking you and I to greater heights via an all-embracing hot air balloon.

By Lance Landall

2.  And The Winner Is...

Yes, you guessed it. LOVE! Forever nominated as the best at everything,
Love scooping up every award, and hence why its praises all are seen to sing.
Best director, best original score, story, song, you name it, love loaded down,
Oscars under this arm and that arm, it’s light shining far brighter than Tinseltown.

Oh yes, love awarded for its outstanding production and outstanding service,
Those lifetime achievements, best visual effects, best live action; it not nervous,
But rather, boldly creative, hence that best art direction, best picture, and more,
Yes, leading star, best supporting role, all why everything about love I adore.

By Lance Landall

3.  Traces Of Love

Traces of love, traces of love, they showing where love’s gown brushed past on its way,
It touching enough to leave an impression that only love’s manner could say.
It soft on the cheek, light on the arm, warm in the heart and easy on the mind,
A butterfly with slippers on, a Summer day that a gentle breeze has signed.

Yes, traces of love, traces of love, their sweet perfume lingering here and there,
Kind messages that remain in the memory ready and waiting to share.
Silky caresses, cotton wool dabs, powder puff strokes, feather duster swishes,
All leaving behind their own cute little something, and conveying best wishes.

By Lance Landall

4.  A Love Drone

I wish I had a love drone that could drop love bombs, and then busy I would be,
I spying out those targets in need of bombing, the hard of heart or teary.
And, “Bombs away!" "Bull's-eye!” Folk momentarily staggering under love’s spell,
And then skipping and dancing with loving passion and a feeling that all’s well.

Oh, how my expertise would grow, no person beyond my reach, my spying eye,
Love bombs bursting wherever someone was grumpy, angry, seen to sniff and sigh.
Yes, my battery always charged, my drone always ready for action, and, “Fire!”
Heat seeking love bombs raining day and night, and I hardly about to retire.

By Lance Landall

5.  Stronger Than A Summer's Sun

Love says a lot without saying a word, though it’s not beyond using words too,
But hey, where it excels is in doing, 'cause actions speak louder than words do.
And thus love busy where it’s at, scratching where it itches, rubbing where it’s sore,
Words only used where necessary — yes, love more a silent ambassador.

But it the greatest example of all, hence why love’s welcomed everywhere,
It pulling back the curtains, opening the window, changing the atmosphere.
Oh yes, how it waxes lyrical without saying a single word, not one,
And why wherever it’s present there’s a warmth that’s stronger than a summer’s sun.

By Lance Landall

6.  Sherlock Love

Love’s a spanner in the works given that it gets in the way of any ill,
Holding up selfishness and even stopping it, oft making things turn out well.
Yes, it’s sometimes a fly in the ointment, but a good fly, one that has clean feet,
And a habit of doing things that are beneficial, life-changing and neat.

Oh, how it soon stops things in their tracks, turns evil on its head, and saves the day,
Thus changing frowns into smiles, sending callousness and coldness on their way.
Yes, it charming its way around things, melting icebergs, softening hard faces,
And hence how it has earned a reputation for cracking the hardest cases.

By Lance Landall

7.  Love's Tender Way

There’s nothing like affection — yes, those physical expressions of thought and care,
That either say, “This is how to treat all,” or an intimate, “I love you, Dear.”
Yes, that affirming, supportive, reassuring touch, or warm engulfing embrace,
That anytime and anywhere is this changing world is never out of place.

Oh yes, there’s nothing like affection, it never wasted, but love’s tender way,
Its arms, hands or fingers backing up whatever it has chosen to convey.
However, love’s physical expressions oft occur where there’s no words at all,
Leaving someone feeling far less down in the dumps, or possibly ten feet tall.

By Lance Landall

8.  Ladies And Gentlemen!

Pull back the curtains, flood the stage with lights, and let the orchestra gaily play,
For love should be the centre of attention, a star in its own cabaret.
So on with the performance, that masterly touch — yes, that talented display,
For nothing outshines love, and may each one of us be love’s protégé.

Yes, we joining love on stage, dancing in harmony, and applauded loudly,
For who isn’t a fan of love, a fanatical follower, devotee?
And thus we all joining hands in some grand finale, though one that never ends,
Others rising to their feet in appreciation, love bucking all the trends.

By Lance Landall

9.  Go For It

There’ll never be too much love in the world, so pop it in letters and emails,
And ensure it’s delivered by speedy cheetahs and not time consuming snails.
Spare no expense on the wrapping, tie it with the biggest most colourful bow,
So that unbridled extravagance and a passionate energy will show.

In other words, tuck it everything, and take it wherever you go,
Leaving plenty behind for others, little heart shaped impressions that will grow.
Spread it around like graffiti, leave its tap running and unravel its hose,
Toss it just like snowballs, bounce it just like basketballs, and let it boldly pose,

And if you dare, rub its little feather under noses, let it tickle toes.

By Lance Landall

10.  Love Bombs

Forget about water bombs, it’s time for love bombs, as nuclear as can be,
Oh yes, the bigger the better, and so that they will mushroom generously.
Yes, love bombs, love bombs, exploding everywhere, engulfing everyone,
All basking in the wondrous fallout, and not a single person seen to run.

Oh yes, love bombs, love bombs, boom! boom! boom!, their radiation invigorating,
And thus any moment and every day people excitedly waiting.
“Here they come!” they shouting, eyes closed and arms open wide, getting soaked to the skin,
And thus warm fuzzy feelings and spirit lifting endorphins buzzing within.

By Lance Landall

11.  That's Love For You

You can see love coming, no cloak and dagger stuff, except when it’s surprising,
Cooking up something that will cause a squeal of delight, without ’em realising.
Yes, they walking into a room and there it is, or somewhere else, and, “Surprise!”
And if they’re not dancing and whooping, there’s tears of joy welling up in their eyes.

But otherwise love just being its self, openly expressing its feelings,
Full of thought and care, loving concern, and always honest about its dealings.
It nodding its head, winking knowingly, even smiling mischievously,
Or it looking for opportunities to act extraordinarily.

By Lance Landall

12.  Love's Naughty Side

Love can be a little rascal, but in the nicest way — yes, naughty but cute,
Because it often buys things that someone says, “Oh, you shouldn’t have, but it’s beaut!”
Kind of funny, huh, but love can’t help itself, and so it’s off to town it goes,
And far more money than it should have, according to someone dear, gladly blows.

Yes, it costing far too much, but oh the joy, it just what she wanted, you see,
And love having a jolly good giggle, it known for its generosity.
“Oh, that’s very naughty,” she says, but kisses coming all the same, love excused,
And why over love’s naughty cuteness that’s so appreciated, here I’ve mused.

By Lance Landall

13.  Love's A Little Thief

Yes, love’s a little thief, because it oft steals hearts and takes someone’s breath away,
Or the ground from under the feet of lovers who’ve lost their sense of time or day.
And yes, it even removing stony hearts, though very subtly, of course,
Or it removing the appetites of the lovesick who once could eat a horse.

Oh yes, love’s a little thief alright, oft stealing things just for fun — slippers, say,
Someone wondering where they’ve got to until a cheeky smile gives things away.
But no harm done, just bursts of laughter, and then a chase, which sees love stealing time,
But never being punished though, because who on Earth would see such as a crime?

By Lance Landall

14.  If Love Came In A Spray Can

If love came in a spray can I would purchase it immediately,
Spraying it wherever I went with unbridled generosity.
Oh, how liberal I’d be, enter repetitive strain injury,
My finger always on that button, pressing unconditionally.

Oh, what fun I’d have, what joy, I going through can after loving can,
Cries of happiness coming from every babe, girl, boy, woman and man.
And thus my graffiti artistry seen and felt everywhere on Earth,
The best use of a spray can, and innovation having given birth.

By Lance Landall

15.  I Wish Love Was A Snowball

I wish love was a snowball — oh, the fun I’d have, “Watch you’re head!” and then that splat,
Yes, love all over someone’s face, and then another smiling “How about that?!”
Yes, people reeling everywhere, passionate snowballs swishing through the air,
Every bull’s-eye pleasing its target, and conveying heaps of love and care.

Yes, everyone a snowman or snowwoman, an all day target of mine,
My actions always intentional, everybody in my firing line.
I enjoying it all as much as they, my heart muscles growing by the day,
My aim improving, my targets splattered, all and sundry shouting “Yes you may!”

By Lance Landall

16  Love's Little Messengers

Grab a warm fuzzy, put it in an envelope and seal it with a kiss, or,
Put it behind a cushion, under a pillow, even tape it to a door.
Yes, let it surprise, cause a smile or squeal of delight, thus making someone’s day,
For warm fuzzies are love’s little messengers that certain things succinctly say.

Oh, how they please folk with their irresistible tidings and warm fuzzy ways,
Appearing out of nowhere, leaving a little footprint that “Guess who?” conveys.
And why I’d grab one and place it here or there, deliver it personally,
For warm fuzzies are love’s little messengers that think and act creatively.

By Lance Landall

17.  The Best Of Visitations

Love gets up in the morning, packs its briefcase with kindness, loving thought and care,
And heads off to work much like a doctor, or a surgeon with a special flair.
Yes, love busy, busy, busy, and constantly digging into its briefcase,
Something for everyone, and thus bright smiles left on everyone’s face.

An energising injection here, a dab of comfort there, or soothing swab,
It all happening like magic, no need to look in someone’s ears, nose or gob.
No, none of that stuff, love soft and gentle, warm as a summer sun, calming too,
And it never gets up late in the morning, ’cause it cares too much about you.

By Lance Landall

18.  Off With The Cover

Off with the cover and let love glow, let love bask, its beauty clear for all to see,
For it's not meant to be hidden or withheld, but displayed and shared generously.
So place love at the forefront, hit it with the spotlight, applaud with vigour and verve,
Allowing it to leave its autograph, energise sinew, tissue, bone and nerve.

Yes, pop the corks, raise the trumpets, announce love’s arrival with gusto and fanfare,
Let it waltz amongst the throng leaving its passion and lasting fragrance everywhere.
Yes, give love the floor, roll out the podium, don love with a kingly crown and robe,
That it may govern every heart, capture each day, and ceaselessly circle the globe.

By Lance Landall

19.  Let It! Let It! Let It! 

Yes, let love sneak through open windows and doors, duck and dive down any chimney,
And waffle its warming way from room to room blessing the entire family.
Let it breeze its way ’round the garden, let it tickle each flower in its bed,
Rustle each leaf with enthusiastic intention, and then, paint the town red.

Yes, let love throw itself about with gay abandon, prance down each street and lane,
Saunter in and out of every dwelling, and glide across every field and plain.
Let it tug at the heart of every living soul, smile at any creature too,
And forever and ever leave its calling card, or at least a little clue.

By Lance Landall

20.  Nothing More Sure

Love’s a key, a tool, the best of expressions, the better way to get things done,
A path that’s more successful when it comes to waking up the bleary eyed sun.
A way of saying and doing things that leaves sweet buds bursting out everywhere,
And that has chirpy birds flitting from branch to branch filling each tree top with cheer.

Yes, love’s a plaster, a bandage, a tonic, a sorter-outer, a soother,
A magic wand, if you like, something that’s certain to have things running smoother.
And why love is the first thing to turn to, and best used from beginning to end,
For there’s nothing like it when it comes to others, and nothing more sure to mend.

By Lance Landall

21.  That's Love For You

Oh, the power of love, it catching folk by surprise — anytime, anywhere —
They moved by its passion and daring, clever things that it’s seen to engineer.
All why it’s so irresistible — so very successful, I have to say,
Folk succumbing to its charm, its cheery manner, even mischievous way.

Yes, it’s not long before love has hooked someone, got them with its spicy arrow,
Knocked them off their feet and raced them along in its seductive little barrow.
And why love is oft around the corner, either waiting or lying in wait,
For it simply can’t help itself, is always seeking new ways to captivate.

By Lance Landall

22.  Love Is Very Special

"Should love come my way, would I recognise it?" enquired the little boy.
"Oh yes," I replied, and I hugged him, and at such he expressed much joy.
"Was that it?" he asked, and I nodded my head, for love he hadn't known,
And I wondering if he ever would have if such I hadn't shown.

Yes, love is very special, and it’s kind of heart shaped, or so I’m told,
And they say it's red, though others say he or she has a heart of gold.
Well, although that makes things confusing, it really doesn’t bother me,
Just so long as love is beating within me, and universally.

By Lance Landall

23.  Love Buds

The only pistol that one should carry is one that fires love buds,
Each bud bursting on impact with intoxicating little thuds.
Yes, people stopped in their tracks by a bullet made of warm fuzzies,
Each little fuzzy designed to delightfully tickle and please.

And there you have it, for no other pistol will do but this one,
It firing off rounds that pepper folk with happiness, joy and fun.
And they in turn reaching for a love packin' pistol of their own,
Its chamber filled with love buds too, each made to shatter hearts of stone.

By Lance Landall

24.  Where Does Love Come From?

A little child asked, “Where does love come from, Mum?” And her mother replied, “From above,
It as high as the heavens, yet deep as the sea, wide as the Earth, and like a dove.
It’s harmless yet powerful, it’s tender yet firm, everything good that’s been said,
It snuggles you in warm blankets, reads you to sleep, and kisses you on the forehead.”

Then love tiptoed away, it turning off the light, leaving the bedroom door ajar,
Because love has an ear that listens carefully, and this why it doesn’t go far.
Except, of course, when it spreads its gossamer wings and flits from soul to precious soul,
Because treating everyone the same way — with the utmost thought and care —- is love’s goal.

By Lance Landall

25.  A Fine Appearance

“LOVE. Guilty as charged!”  “Thank you, Your Honour.”  “You’re welcome, and therefore free to go,
No jail for you, but an absolute pardon. Wish I’d more such cases, you know.
Yes, you couldn’t be more guilty, and that’s just how I like it come such cases,
And why prior to your rightful appearances, my heart suddenly races.

Yes, you’re welcome in my court anytime, and I’ll always throw the book at you,
Guilty on all counts! But I not sending you away, ’cause that just wouldn’t do.
No, we need you out and about, not locked away, but freely roaming the streets,
Committing all those loving acts, audaciously inspired life changing feats.”

By Lance Landall

26.  The Perfect Snatch

Okay, the coast is clear, no one’s watching, so put love in your pocket and run,
Out the door, ’cross the street, down the road and as far as you can go, the job done.
But forget the pawn shop, that shady figure who’s lurking in some dark alley,
And instead, dispense your booty throughout every town, byway and valley.

Yes, it being the break-in of the century, your dabs all over the scene,
You as bold as brass, as cool as a cucumber, all knowing where you have been.
And you a hero, no repercussions, but a pardon and “Hip, hip, hooray!”
’Cause you stole the moment, hit the jackpot, pulled off the perfect snatch, saved the day.

By Lance Landall

27.  Let It Have Its Way

Love gets up in the morning (as if it ever sleeps!), dons its clothes and heads out,
Hence that cheery smile, that warm and affectionate hug, and that “Good morning!” shout.
Yes, love’s not backward in coming forth, it taking the initiative, you see,
For love can’t help itself, its bubbly effervescence coming naturally.

Oh yes, love’s not shy, but extroverted, it a playful pup, a huggy bear,
A busy, busy beaver, an all embracing octopus and a doe-eyed deer.
Yes, love’s everything we need, always ready and waiting, its keys in hand,
For love holds the answer; so let it have its way, for love has everything planned.

By Lance Landall

28.  If Love Came In A Tube

If love came in a tube we could rub it all over our body, but you know,
It’s better for love to be within lest a shower wash it away, oh no!
And even if we could eat love via a nice snack, or swallow a tablet, say,
It wouldn’t be that long before it squiggled and gurgled and was flushed away.

Sure some would be absorbed, but only some, and thus more food would be needed, so
Best love enter otherwise and remain, it busy working from head to toe.
In other words, it always residing there, sweet, tender and meandering,
It both a tonic and antibiotic, and its warm fuzzies on the wing.

By Lance Landall

29.  Never On Vacation

Love is never on vacation because it hasn’t time, it far too busy,
It working twenty four seven, year to year and century to century.
It devoted to its task, its mission, it full of passionate energy,
And it always thinking of others, delighting in blessing humanity.

It never plays hide and seek, snakes and ladders, solitaire or monopoly,
But rather, gives everyone a big teddy bear that’s furry and cuddly.
Yes, love’s always seeking to please, it in that, “Bless you,” when you sneeze, that, “Take care,”
Because love is simply all about love, and why it’s always seeking to share.

By Lance Landall

30.  Love Has Keen Eyes

Love has a powerful pair of binoculars, a large spyglass, if you will,
Whereby it keeps an eye out for any need — and who it helps, it doesn
t tell,
But quietly goes about its loving rounds having detected someone’s plight,
Selflessly emptying its pockets, or making someone’s cloudy day turn bright.

Oh yes, love never stops searching, its eyes glued to those binoculars, spyglass,
Lovingly looking afar (showing foresight), or observing who’s seen to pass.
Yes, everyone the object of its attention, its thoughtful love and care,
Those binoculars never out of its hands, love ready to help, give and share.

By Lance Landall

31.  No Bigger Celebrity

If ever there’s a celebrity, it’s love, worthy of the stage and limelight,
Winner of every award for services to you and I, day and night.
Yes, love the longest running show — in fact, even the greatest show on Earth, and
It still breaking records, still winning hearts, fans and fan clubs in every land.

Oh yes, there’s no bigger celebrity than love, its signature highly sought,
That lasting impression, that special moment, those words and acts that can’t be bought.
Love always on tour, every show a sell out, everyone super pleased,
And all the better off for love’s performance, hearts and minds well and truly seized.

By Lance Landall

32.  Naughty, Naughty

Love can be very naughty, you know,
Not that most people will tell you so.
Yes, it often tickling and squeezing,
Rather naughtily prone to teasing.

But hey, such all in good fun, you know,
From which laughter is soon seen to flow.
Oh yes, love wanting to brighten days,
And hence its naughty rascally ways.

By Lance Landall

33.  Better Watch Out

Yes, you’d better watch out, because love’s going to get you, and get you good — POW!
And down you’ll go in a joyous heap, unable to do a thing, but now,
You standing there unsuspectingly, love waiting around the corner for you,
And when it strikes, you’ll have no chance to run, not that anybody would do,

Would they?

No, when love gets you it gets you, one melting like an ice-cream on a hot day,
Oh, the ecstasy of love’s warm emotions, that inner gooey crème brûlée.
Yes, one unable to do a thing about it, and so, “Bring it on!” I’d shout,
And even paint a WELCOME sign, love quickly appearing, no need to watch out.

By Lance Landall

34.  As True As It Gets

In the still of the night, bustle of the day, take love’s hand and let it have its way,
And it will take you on a journey you won’t forget, won’t regret, come work or play.
Love knowing the best path to take, the right thing to do, and thus serve you well it will,
And forever more, in the bustle of the day, and in the night when all is still.

So please, take love’s hand and let it have its way, and you won’t stray, nor weep any tears,
Except for tears of joy, love rewarding those who trust, those who have obliging ears.
Love all about the best, it meeting any test, and hence why it always delights,
It sensitive, thoughtful and generous, and always respects ones feelings and rights.

By Lance Landall

35.  When Love's Romantically Inclined

Look out! Pow! Great, it’s too late, ’cause I’ve been zapped, am weak at the knees and giddy,
Kind of cross-eyed and willingly numb, happy to succumb, glad that it was me.
Oh yes, love’s taken me out big time, and left me reeling uncontrollably,
Struggling to get back on my feet, all why I’m all over the place, drunkenly.

Oh, what an experience, I absolutely intoxicated, a mess,
More than infatuated, but should someone say, “Are you alright?”, I’d say, “Yes.”
I hardly complaining, didn’t want to run, but rather, I stood in love’s way,
‘Cause there’s nothing like being zapped by love — and any more, I’m afraid I can’t say.

By Lance Landall

36.  Love Is Strength

I heard love singing today, but via a sweet little bird, his cheery little chirp,
He dipping his beak in a bowl of water without me hearing a single slurp.
Oh, you happy little soul, I thought, never mind the wind or rain, you're just the same,
Flitting here, flitting there, busy, busy, and putting any discontent to shame.

I would love to know what you’re saying; perhaps “Thank you” for every worm or crumb,
Little babies in a nest telling you that they’ve a never ending empty tum.
And you doing your best, not worrying about tomorrow, and letting us know,
So that we might follow your example, and that same unshakable spirit show.

By Lance Landall

37.  A Teeny Weeny Poem

May love keep our heart tender,
Choose our every word and act,
Fill our mind with loving thoughts,
And wherever we go, impact.

May love rise with us each morn,
Accompany us each day,
Form our dreams when we retire,
And while we sleep, ricochet.

By Lance Landall

38.  Tell The World

Tell the world it’s lost the plot, but that I’ve found it, and it’s love — oh happy day!
All why I’m in the process of trying to send it everybody’s way.
A smile here, a smile there, some thoughtful, helpful, cheery words, a friendly embrace,
Yes, anything and everything that love wants to share with the human race.

And hence my waxing lyrical via rhythm and rhyme, ’cause here love is found too,
It expressing itself via wordy creations, a poetic verse or two.
Oh, how glad I am that I’ve found love, and love has said to share, so share I will,
That others may share it too, ’cause love’s the answer, and why within, it should dwell.

By Lance Landall

39.  Love On Its Throne

To stoop to wipe away a tear,
 To stop to give a word of cheer,
To say that of their loss you care,
 That, my friend, is of Heaven’s sphere.

To give what cuts into your own,
To linger where some soul’s alone,
To bear with someone’s moan or groan,
 That, my friend, is love on its throne.

By Lance Landall

40.  Love's Exclusive Cocoon

Oh, the beauty of marital intimacy, that union of two made one,
Yes, two lovers locked in each others naked embrace, that web that love has spun.
A joyful cocoon that’s theirs alone, and where there's quiet or passionate ecstasy,
The world but a million miles away, and nothing surpassing such privacy.

Two hearts, two minds and two bodies engaged in a pleasure exclusive and deep,
And protected by a forever commitment, be they awake or asleep.
That exposure taking them where nothing else can, only they having the key,
And thus no one and nothing else present except love, which giggles knowingly.

By Lance Landall

41.  Love Laughs A Lot

Yes, love laughs a lot, can’t help seeing the funny side of things, like you and I, us,
And how we oft do the strangest of things — or over little things, make so much fuss.
Oh, what characters we are, and all why love can’t help giggling, or laughing out loud,
Knowing that on one’s canvas it’s better to paint a smiley sun than surly cloud.

Yes, love has plenty to laugh at, but never unkindly so, it simply amused,
And trying to turn those negatives into positives, put-downs always refused.
Love making light of our quirks, not beating us with them, ’cause we’re simply how we are,
Shades of eccentric and random, colours that uniquely enhance rather than mar.

By Lance Landall

42.  Loads Of Love

Whatever you say, whatever you do, always sugar it with loads of love,
And whenever dealing with people, make sure that you handle them with love’s glove,
’Cause both the aromaticness of love and the tools of love are critical,
The very essence of every successful encounter, what fits the bill.

Oh yes, a sprinkle here, a sprinkle there, a teaspoon full, a dash or other
And where there’s greater need, or been an absence of such, well and truly smother.
Oh yes, sugar everything with love that’s said and done, and sweeten thoughts too,
So that each day may be rich with the taste of love, and more lovebirds seen to coo.

By Lance Landall

43.  Love Bored?

You know, love’s never bored, because it simply hasn’t got time to be, and so
It’s busy, busy, busy, there always someone that needs its presence, you know.
Yes, of course you know, because you need it and I need it — yes, he does, she does,
And why from person to person, and just like a busy bee, it’s seen to buzz.

And thus love not sitting around, no shine on its trouser bottom (or its skirt),
But it up and thoughtfully attending to any anxiety or hurt.
Yes, love’s great like that, nothing too much trouble, it toiling away night and day,
Prompted by its rosy red heart that it never ever thinks to disobey.

By Lance Landall

44.  Love Doesn't Rock

Love doesn’t rock, ’cause it’s a crooner, laidback and cool, relaxed, easygoing,
Though it does make nice moves, and oft waltzes in and out, or swings by, kind of thing.
It grabs the mike, holds the floor, its delivery soft and tender, silky like,
Harmoniously soothing, thus pleasing to all, and then it’s off on its bike.

Yes, venue after venue, day after day, night after night, your place or mine,
It arranging all kinds of nice things, hence those hairs on one’s neck, chills down one’s spine.
Yes, love striking a cord, hitting the right note, crooning like a dove, as love does,
’Cause love doesn’t rock, it but more like a samba, a sultry feminine buzz.

By Lance Landall

45.  Let There Be Love

Yea, let there be love, but forget the wind, rain, chilli con carne and sparkling champagne;
Sorry Nat King Cole, but food is simply food, and bubbly more money down the drain.
So yea, just let there be love, no cuckoos, lark or dove, but purely and simply love,
Deep as the deepest sea, wide as the breadth of Earth, and high as the heavens above.

Yea, don’t know about oysters, though haven’t a problem with those chirpy birds in trees,
Nor cuckoos, larks, doves or kindly people saying, “Bless you,” whenever I may sneeze.
And yea, let there be you and me sounds fine too, and that’s kind of what I’m meaning here,
And why I say, just let there be love, those other things can wait, ’cause the kids aren’t here.

Where are you, dear?

By Lance Landall

46.  The Love Train

Get ready to jump on the love train which stops at all stations from here to there,
Nothing taking one further in life — and as far as seats go, one always spare.
Yes, the love train having a place for everyone, its track never ending,
Nor its thrilling chugalug and bellowing warm fuzzies softly descending.

The only ticket one needs is a “Yes!” That willing desire to get on board,
And where someone’s spotted in-between stations, yank goes the emergency cord.
The love train having no end of carriages, enough coal to keep it going,
So get ready to jump on board when you hear its whistle and see it slowing.

By Lance Landall

47.  Kind Mischief

Love sneaks around the corner in order to surprise, kind mischief in its eyes,
A longed for appearance, a “Hi there Gorgeous” hug, or what ever else it tries.
Yes, it simply can’t help itself, it bursting with loving energy, kind acts,
And why it does those chores no one wants to face, or a tasty picnic treat packs.

Oh yes, love having many ways and styles, it thinking, watching and waiting,
And when it’s ready (time and chance having presented themselves), it’s off skating.
Nothing holding it back, it champing at the bit, and along comes you and I,
Love surprising, and hence that howl of delight, or that teariness in one’s eye.

By Lance Landall

Alternative poem.

48.  You Should've Seen It, Guys

Yea, you should’ve seen it, guys, love walked in as cool as a cucumber, no disguise, no backup, no padding, no pepper spray, and as if to say, "Okay guys, break it up, the party’s over, Rover,” and all went quiet — yea, you should’ve seen it, guys, saw it with my own eyes.
One moment nothing but pandemonium, one risking life and limb, and then love saunters in, could’ve dropped a pin, 'cause the place went dead, and a question entered my head, “Is this what happens when love walks in?"
Yea, quite funny, really, ’cause next minute they all rushed the door, cleared out absolutely, warm fuzzies giving the all clear, and I applauding, just quietly. Yea.
And outside?
That horrid bunch that causes misery, and scares off the sweet and cheery, but not when love walks in, and sends ’em packin’, 'cause who wants cold pricklies hanging about, so good on love for clearing them out.
Yea, you should’ve seen it, guys.

49.  You Can Always See Love Coming

Yes, you can always see love coming, ’cause it’s always pleased to see you, and thus
That beaming smile, that warm handshake, or reassuring hug — in other words, fuss.
Oh yes, love not reticent, nor inhibited, but all over you and I,
It full of loving warmth and caring expressions, all why some laugh or oddly cry.

And love always wears the same garments, all why it is recognised anywhere,
It not changing to suit, but cutting the cloth to fit, that all, its love may share.
Yes, love’s there for everyone, and wanting to make itself known, heard and seen,
The leading actor or subtle backdrop in every single real life scene.

By Lance Landall

50.  Love's Tough

Love’s tough, it rolling up its sleeves, taking its jacket off, getting down to work,
Doing what no one else will do, and no matter how hard; it not one to shirk.
Love putting on its boots, grabbing a shovel, broom or mop, and it leaving late,
And having got up early, its calendar never without a pencilled date.

Yes, love’s tough, it lasting the distance, going the extra mile, oft flat out too,
Dashing here, dashing there, even crisscrossing, always thinking of me and you.
It’s energy never depleted, its heart always pumping, its passion hot,
Whether one’s young and naive, grey-haired and wise, or an innocent tiny tot.

By Lance Landall

51.  Love Love's You

Love loves you — too bad if someone else mightn’t — love always being there for you,
Regardless of whether you’re covered in pink or blue spots, with Zebra strips too.
Yes, it just doesn’t matter, love loving you to the end, you large or tiny,
Dressed in glad rags or Goofy pyjamas, full head of hair or bald and shiny.

Oh yes, love simply loves you, no matter who you are, day and night, glad or sad,
Half asleep or half awake, nose in a story book or doodling on a pad.
Love loving every part of you, from the top of your head, down to your toes,
And whether you’re squeaky or creaky, eating cashew nuts or pistachios.

By Lance Landall

52.  First-Degree Love

May we all be found guilty of first-degree love, embarrassingly red-faced,
But acquitted, not sentenced, and out of the court of public opinion thus chased.
We therefore not confined, but set free to run rampant throughout society,
Whistles and sirens sounding everywhere, all out looking for you and me.

Oh yes, we guilty of first-degree love, making the News headlines night and day,
Chased by an admiring, desiring, paparazzi, cameras flashing away.
The world awash with such a sight, we all celebrity like, and sought after,
Everywhere buzzing with smiles, hugs, cuddles, kisses, compliments or laughter.

By Lance Landall