Forever and always
I am the hopeful romantic
never "hopeless"
I see you
everywhere I go
this much I know,
I'll never meet you
at the grocery store
or at a bar.
By far
this is not me.
I had hoped to meet you
in the pages of my
poetry.
But, alas, it was not to be.
Speaking of which
given the choice,
I would rather be,
than not.
So what?
You ask,
you inquire?
I answer with
a wry grin,
a nod
and a smile,
"in the land of
the blind men,
the one eyed men
are kings."
So what does that bring
to the table
of love?
This is what
I am,
we are all
made of.
The hopeful romantic.

08/06/2009