How hard can it be to find someone to love me, just me, not the idea of me or a part of me. Someone to love me, to want to be with me, to want to dance with me, to write sweet songs and harmonies with me. Cause I want to find you to make breakfast for you to write you a poem based one hundred percent on you and only you about you wanting only me and allowing me to be an integral part of your being. to go to bed at night knowing you’re there and you waking up knowing that I care, to hold me in your arms everyday, to laugh at your jokes and wipe your tears away.
But I am fifty-two.
and still looking.