Love's Unanswered Questions

I got to thinking, On this cold summer night, How many loves I have had, Throughout my short adolecent life. It started as one, My one true love. But then grew and grew, Till finally larger than life. Many girls, I have impacted thier lives, Or so they tell me. Why is this? Why must one man have so much love? So much love. People used to tell me, What an amazing thing, this love, An amazing thing this love is. I couldn't agree more, But, with love, must there come missery? The feeling of making that decision, The decision of who to love. I have been aquainted with girls, Mostly by the many. Some were very beautiful, Others not so lucky. Could anyone be the one? Or Is there really just one? And if so, How do we find the one? Our one true love. The love that you would die for. The love that you spend an eternity, An eternity in missery for. How do you find that one amazing person? Exspecially with hundreds of girls. That one person, Who just brightens your day. That one person, At whom you can just stare, Stare endlessly and passionately. A stare so deep and so full of love, That you can see one and others heart. How we all long to find this one person. I myself, Think maybe now I have, But to know forsure? One human can never know forsure. So here again I sit, I sit and wait. Wait to see if this love, This love will be true. Cope Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 04:59 PM PST    10 • 0 • 8