A man can love two people, his father and his son.
A man can love two women, his daughter and his mom.
A man can have two lovers, his mistress and his wife.
A man can love these people, and still destroy their life.
No one wants to share the love bestowed by someone dear,
Yet each of us divides our love ‘mongst those we welcome near.
The paradox in human love in giving and receiving,
Derives from insecurity and selfishly believing,
That value is rewarded by the love the judge bestows:
The judge being God Himself disguised in human clothes.
Jealously we crave to be the object of affection
Demanding from the ones we love their absolute attention.
From mother, father, sister, brother, daughter, son or wife,
We seek acceptance of our worth, approval of our life,
But total love we don’t return, nor is it given us,
Because love is divisible, awarded omnibus.
N.B. “Omnibus” is a Latin word that means “to all.”
January 5, 1970
