![]() The mystery of love This month's blog entry is somewhat different from my usual drivel. You may find that this is drivel too, but I’ll risk it. It’s a poem of sorts. I was sitting contemplating my Chivas when I got to thinking about my life, (I do that sometimes), Anyway what follows is the result. The Mystery of love Well it is to me Just look at my past It is plain to see. When we are young or become of age We are curious to know more and turn the page We see our opposites in a different light looking to feel that elusive delight. We play at friendships, partners and soul mates And thinking that paradise we have found But before you know it and in the blink of an eye All your dreams are dashed to the ground. This happens over and over again Until one day you think you have learned You realise it is not a game But all those people you have spurned? You learn to appreciate, nurture and respect The soul you hold so dear in your heart You let your guard down you feel secure But your partners’ actions you did not expect. Suddenly the tables are turned It is you who are disappointed, you who are hurt Your arrogance had made you nonchalant And sometimes even curt. And after a few knocks and bruises That special person taps on your door You decide you want to marry them So you can please them evermore. You try your very hardest, the best that you know how But somehow it’s still not enough “What have I done wrong now?” you ask As the door slams shut and they leave in a huff. After three failed marriages to perfectly good wives 67 years old alone and distraught Three women can’t be wrong, can they? It has to be me who is at fault. People keep telling me not to give up For out there is my match I wish they would hurry and show themselves I will try harder and be a good catch. That’s it!! Till next month. xxx
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