Finding Love
Why is it so hard to find?
why is it I never stop to mind?
The sun is down and the wind is cold
When the ocean sings, I still am looking
Why is it I never give up?
Why is it so hard to make up?
Even when the sands run through
My hands clutch at hope though
Why is it the price so high?
why is the bargain so bad?
Coz what I found was a pumpkin
That just won't spell any magic
Hehehe! this is what happens when you try poetry after 15 years :-)
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