Is the child-like wonderment at love still within this spinning mind?
Do I still feel The Princess Bride and Dracula are love stories divine?
Are the twists and pains of life causing romance to whither on the vine?
I sometimes shudder at the odds that someday a real love I’ll find.
Rush speaks eloquently of the minuscule chances of finding a true love.
A ghost of a chance to be exact, without any divine help from above.
Vultures from without are encircling the innocent and optimistic dove,
Love’s teetering on the brink of reality but I hesitate to give it a shove.
What do I have to offer a woman that offsets what she must also own?
But alas, I am probably reaping today what yesterday I have sown:
All the missed opportunities, all the situations my own hand has blown.
I long for the opportunity to set right what is undone: to have a home.
I’m trying to become the right person, rather than just looking for her,
But the pace and agony of the pursuit are at times difficult to endure.
The fleeting vision of a woman understanding, intelligent and pure-
Exists yet, as the relationship with the first woman in my life I sever.
Someday I might find someone with whom I click,
But the chances and the wait are making me sick.
If you liked that sappy thing, you’re gonna dig this one.
“To Have a Home” © Jason Merchey 1999-2017
