The post also puts me in mind, though, of one of my favorite poems, and since it's a poem about love (albeit unhappily), and since I haven't posted here in months, I figured I'd just drop by, give you the poem, and break the ice, so to speak.
On which note, this, by Wendy Cope:
Bloody men are like bloody buses--The end of that is too glum, I think, to close this post, so instead, here's another, far happier, which I can't easily reproduce, and another, which I pluck from the website of Poetry Out Loud:
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read their destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.
More soon! --EThe OrangeAt lunchtime I bought a huge orangeThe size of it made us all laugh.I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—They got quarters and I had a half.And that orange it made me so happy,As ordinary things often doJust lately. The shopping. A walk in the parkThis is peace and contentment. It’s new.The rest of the day was quite easy.I did all my jobs on my listAnd enjoyed them and had some time over.I love you. I’m glad I exist.