maximal methodology

i haven't the words to explain it concisely
so twelve dozen stories will do it quite nicely
about how there's love and there's tender affection
about how unique is our joy's intersection
spanning from stagefront to back in the wings
covering a multitude of most mundane things
the support of a friend dear who's likened to kin
the promise of kind eyes in which you cannot sin
the jokes of an old one, the jokes of a wise one
the jokes which are stupid, but oh, just so much fun
wear glasses, make passes; offer up a sweet kiss
stay home, and feign busy, and think what you'd miss
if success finds me lacking to tie up the shore
and progress weakly lapping to reach a fine score
i still have my stories, of all those fine names
i still have my memories, of all our fond games
and the point is to tell them; the point is to know
the point is to brighten wherever you go
so on your front doorstep i arrive for a ride
but friend, take a look at my cries from inside
there are ways to fly faster - imperviously
there are ways to reach happiness spuriously
but nothing is truer than, well, you and me, sir
the fact is that love simply makes one a rhetor