A Window of Words to the Very Core - A Poem of Sorts or maybe more.

 

What does it mean to love?

We give, we share, we need, we offer

Is it returned or do we suffer.

Is Love our choice or does it just happen.

 

Is there longing from the other side

are their reciprocal feelings or it's all just...

 

Does she realize the magic that could,

Does she know and is it understood?

We talk, we laugh, but distance is there,

not in the mind but the miles between.

 

 

So we just forget. ? !

We walk away. ? !

We do not bother

Nothing else to say.

 

Life is short

Too much drama for unrequited care.

Why Bother one says, one knows not all.

We shut off emotions like a cold hard stare?

 

One day things might be different,

my situation is limited by physical impair

When I walk, there will be accounting for actions

 

The ones we felt were True

didn't display their colors through

Others stepped up to the plate

and formed a bond that will remain in state!

 

What can I say, Love is bold.

The Old Principles Must Now Apply,

For it is the woman that chooses and not the GUY.

 

So make your best play,

Box-out the rest.

You will win the very BEST.

For I choose not to decide,

my choices are usually for the ones that cried.

 

Not a great track record of choices I make.

Let the Woman choose me and it will not be forsaken

The sign on the door will be this man is taken!!! 

 

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