A Cupid
Conundrum
When will
my queen arrive?
When will
I one day look around and see her smile?
When will
the day come and she’ll embrace me?
For I’m
love’s outcast, where loneliness and sadness relax
Is alone
the natural stance?
The
destructive lava is the flow of romance?
Perhaps
its only the sexual that counts
For
Nature has no need beyond that account
Did it
evolve from fear, the need to be near?
How long
should we call each other, “dear”?
For look
around and see the broken happiness that abounds
Societal
confusion from the order of norms
Reality
has no emotion and we know our yearns
Destined
to find the one, second or another that makes us
There are
those that stop at one and seem, well mostly, to have fun
I’d like
is a place in the romantic sun
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