A Fine Romance

It’s a twisted method, up and down.
Of whole yeses, then firm nos.
Of sunny nights and stormy mornings
And finally letting go.

There’s two who can’t resist the urge
but wipe away their tears
of indecision and love long tested
by consumption of their fears.

Then there are those friendly friends
who don’t know what to do
after a hazy night and blurred confession
of forgotten “I love yous”.

There’s the girl who goes alone
because that’s the easiest way --
To hold it in and not look back
at the hand that swung her way.

Next there’s He, consumed by anger
of built up frustrated lust.
He drove away his true affection
and left his second chance in the dust.

Don’t forget the lost lovers
guarded by stretch of land,
who feel alone and on their own
because they can’t reach a comforting hand.

Finally there’s two estranged together
but apart in many ways.
They scorn the now and don’t know how

they ever made it through the days.

It’s up and down
and never stable --
This story called Romance.
It dilutes itself by long told fable
and takes victims who fell for chance.

One full moon some will escape
and leave the clouded myth.
Over hills, in hand they’ll pray

that True Love does exist.