He Loved  Too Many,  Too Much,  Too Long

He was here and he sang us his beautiful song,

But he loved too many, too much, too long.

Yes, he loved with a capacity that only he was capable of,

And we all know this came from his strong faith in the Man above.

This didn't start as some believe in 1954,

By the waving of a magic wand; no it started long before.

It really began in January of 1935,

When as a new born he first opened his eyes,

At that point in time is when the love began to flow,

At first it was only to his parents that his love would show;

But from then on his love encompassed all;

even before he sang his first song;

He had started at an early age,

to love too many, too much, too long.

In school he was laughed at, and some would even ridicule,

They thought he was very odd; his appearance didn't meet their rule.

Yes, he dared to be different; he stood alone in a crowd,

But he always held his head up and walked very proud.

His appearance did bring him attention,

but not the kind he got when he sang his song,

And even in school he loved too many, too much, too long.

There would be some who would stay with him till the end,

They were friends "in the beginning" and some were even kin.

It was these who first heard him sing his song,

As once again he loved too many, too much, too long.

He went to the Louisiana Hayride where he performed for a year;

And how the people loved him, how they would cheer.

Then came the movies which took him into a new career;

Playing all sorts of roles from boxer to mountaineer.

He enjoyed the people with whom he worked that listened to his song,

And again, he loved too many, too much, too long.

He missed and yearned for the personal touch with his fans,

So he left the studio lots, and then his tours began.

He went from the "Celluloid King" to the "King" of all he surveyed,

And his path in life with loving fans would always be paved.

Once again he stood on stage and he sang his song,

As he continued loving too many, too much, too long.

He traveled to his subjects always displaying that famous smile.

The face of beauty; the voice of velvet; the magic he possessed,

All his great attributes were there, how could we have guessed,

That those the closest to him were doing him so wrong.

And on June 26th with all his heart he would sing us his last song,

Simply, because he had loved too many, too much, too long.

©Joan Buchanan West

ELVIS: 1935-NEVER

  My Heartfelt Thanks to Joan
for so graciously sharing her beautiful-beautiful 'Elvis' poems !!!
Please drop her a note in appreciation of her awesome talent
and her love of Elvis.

I humbly ask that you remember Joan in your prayers.
as she continues her battle with cancer.
Please add her to your prayer list and
drop her a note with your encouragement
and best wishes!
God bless each of you!
My love,
Janie