Love I'nt

Why bother with another lover?
Won’t it feel the same as when we felt the same?
‘Slike changing the sheets for a repeat
of last week’s wet dreams.

I thought I loved my playground sweetheart;
thought it was love, my first proper relationship.
Thought I loved the mother of my kid,
and was sure I loved my shortlived 2nd wife.
And really felt something all those rebounds and ships in the night.
And I think I still love you.

I still love my playground sweetheart.
I was in love my first real relationship.
And I still love the mother of my kid.
Long live my love for my 2nd ex-wife!
It meant something all those rebounds and ships in the night.
And I will always love you too
with half my heart.

Forever and ever to have and to hold
is a troth plighted by hormonal goldfish
in a heartshaped bowl.
Yes, it’s true and, alas, it’s sad: O my son,
I became a man when I realised my mum 
would leave my dad 
at the drop of Tom Jones’s hat.
Till amnesia or someone better, 
or next time I’m 3 kingsize duvets 
to the wind, us do part.

A man called Alan in a nutshell nailed
the unbearable lightness of love,
when he told his lover, the fairish Sonia,
‘I love you…sort of.’
After all, haven’t we all
half empty, half full
hard bleeding hearts?

Forever and ever to have and to hold
is a troth plighted by hormonal goldfish
in a heartshaped bowl.
Yes, it’s true and, alas, it’s sad: O my son,
I became a man when I realised my mum 
would leave my dad 
at the drop of Tom Jones’s hat.
Till amnesia or a Dear John letter,
a drink driver or  venial sin
or you wise up and us do part.

But it won’t have been in vain:
I will always love you with half my heart,
at least half my heart…