lov-

i think about this way to much
yet im to scared to even utter its name
something that is meant to come when least expected
from unforseen places
but i try to expect the unexpected
i scour every nook every cranny searching for even a glimmer of hope that this wonderful fate could befall me
but my efforts are in vain
maybe i'm too plain
maybe i'm just a tad bit too insane
maybe a lonely life is the only one meant for me
a poet's destiny