When I first laid my eyes on that woman

feelings felt lost had made their return.

This could have been where it all began

as a new love arrived to take its turn.

Yet each time something doesn’t work out

it just reminds me of how lonely I truly am.

Destined never find that person so devout

like a farmer that cares for each lamb.

While I long to find love, that deep fire

I come so close only to fail each time.

Now it’s hard to do the work it requires

afraid I’m too old, and past my prime.

Part of me always fears I blew my chance

and that I’ve already had my last dance.