CIRCLE OF LOVE

I’ve lost track of the original words that precede this scribbling but it was private and it should probably remain that way.  The sentiment that follows is an echo of the run-around in my head I enjoyed so much. 

CIRCLE OF LOVE

It starts with

2 points

on a circle:

Woman rounds bend

Chasing man

Until woman; I am she

Catches him.

Circle of love

1 is a son

2 is a son too

3 is a daughter I name after me.

1 stretches  me;

2 baffles me;

3 puzzles me even more.

1 leads the way;

2 embarks too;

3 brings us all back together again.

In a circle

No one leads

Unless someone says, “Catch me;

You’re it.”

To Man and Superman, GBS, you're it.  Thank you.