It’s hard to write a poem of love,
if love is what you’ve never felt.
It’s hard to find the words to say,
to take a heart and make it melt.
Despite emotions being hard,
it’s human nature to inquire
if love is really true or not,
or if it’s just desire
We say that every human has,
a mate out there, whom they must find,
but looking must be difficult,
if words are true and love is blind.
You’ll scramble on your hands and knees,
until your fated fingers meet
and sight returns to destined souls
as two hearts merge in one heart beat.
Okay, so I have way too many poems on my hands. This one needs a follow up, a part two, a soul mate. Something like that, only less generic.