The Exception
There is little worse than being alone;
it’s a feeling unlike any other;
an empty house can’t be a home;
devoid of a spouse or lover.
Although I have love for many others;
most of them don’t really count;
relatives and friends can’t replace lovers;
they only make loneliness mount.
Love is required to make us all whole;
we feel empty, when it’s gone;
love is the only oxygen of the soul;
without it; I barely carry on.
I dream of a love; both night and day;
imagining her tender caress;
surely someone will come my way;
beauty wearing a dress.
Dreams are how hearts become broken;
none are destined to come to be;
those smiles, I see, are merely token;
perhaps, I’ll find love in eternity.
Someday there’s a someone for everyone;
at least, that’s what I’m told;
I hope I find her; before life is done;
the days are short; and I’m old.
Men search for love in all the wrong places;
never to experience a passionate reception;
they’ve seen only pity in most women’s faces;
I only hope; I’m the exception.
Monty 12.3.25. # 3,091