Words are left unsaid each day
to the stored feeling of love each night
looking under the rock
following the foot prints to discover love
fool's can dream of their ideal person
but to find it so hard to find in society
nobody likes to be alone
they need a shoulder to lean upon
extra arms for support
where could they be at this time?
if desire for romance
is already slowly consuming time
how shall we move along with it's might?
we all miss being a fool for someone in our lives
make an never ending impression of glory and laughter
just for the sole effort of watching them smile
shall this day arrive in time
or shall we have to wait
laugh and close your eyes
and believe in such a lie
with all honesty
they will come in due time
