My hope to find love has somewhat diminished,
Though, my need for romance still remains.
Sometimes I feel like Sampson himself
Broken hearted and shackled to chains.
The better the reason for my living,
The better the life I will live.
I'm searching for someone who will excite me,
By their joy when it's their turn to give.
The smallest dead done is greater than intention,
When you wish to please the person you love.
No matter what happens, I refuse to give up,
My hope that someday I'll be blessed by above.
So here I am, like so many times before,
On bended knee as I beg beneath the moon.
I'm praying to God of heaven and earth,
To lead me to someone who will love me and soon!
Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America
