Listening to the love songs
reading the poetry books
love should be out there
can’t be overlooked
take my breath away
love at first sight
these are the prizes
if the authors are right
looked around the corners
under the seats
in my life, that sort of love
seems to have me beat
take a deep breath, what do I smell
old socks , damp washing on the line
where are the roses or jasmine
romantic and fine
I think I have
had the sparks and the flashes
but not the full thunderstorm
or arel those songs and poems
so far from the norm
Is companionship and friendship
a more sustainable refrain
am I searching for unicorns
pots of gold, bubbles in champagne
I want to taste the sweetness
of honey on my tongue
yes still I am searching
for a cliched romantic world of my own
Then I look up as a shadow drains the light
you walk into the house smiling
perhaps my shining knight
am I wasting my life on improbable profiling
Is my love with me
but my mind doesn’t see?
I am confused, who can help me?