Where
Does true love sleep
And what wanton dreams
Do dwell 
Inside a mind so keen
 
When
Will true love find me
And what stories will it tell
That love
Perhaps, will set me free
 
Who 
Will true love be
Will she pass me by anon
Like smoke
Or will she reach out for me
 
What
Will true love do
Will it quench this longing thirst 
That binds
Like a desert tide consumes
 
Why
Must true love be
the soul yearns to find
The one
That fills the aching need
 

I like writing poems about love.

Still hanging out for it. Someday, it’ll find me.

Hopefully, when it does, I won’t be like the skeleton at the bus stop.