As a tumble weed, or many snowflakes drifted,
Always feeling high strung, as if my weight has shifted,
Riled up over nothing, drawn toward my instinct to be....
Overwhelmed by my desire, to have someone next to me..
Not that I'm shy or all that bad looking, I catch an eye or two....
Cannot I find a woman to warm, when the temp is negative two----
Has the fire burned too low? Have the embers grown too cold?
All I seek is love and what follows, I'm only 32 years old!
Yet to be married, I've played the field, but I'm tired of running the bases...
New love may erase old wounds, And plant a smile on two faces!
Every poem I write is genuine, from my heart, my minds archive...
So my question is simple..Is it healthy to have this drive?
Toward love and warmth and a smiling face....the same one for the rest of my life?
As I watch my scenery pass, I would love to share it with a wife......
Hope you enjoyed it......I'm just bored with the single thingle. Sarcasm not necessary.....
2006-11-10
18:27:27
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