by Glen Martin Fitch
Romance would have us
never question love.
To barter for affection
does seems crude.
One needs surprise and magic
for the mood.
Truth is we're all on show.
To keep above the market value
is the goal.
I've tried to find
companionship,
acceptance, peace.
We act our best,
but like that horse from Greece
we all have hidden warriors inside.
Though love makes lovers' quirks
appear sublime,
to heartache
every human heart is cursed.
When left to luck
we always pick the worst.
It's unromantic
but I take my time.
I kick the stool.
I poke the gums.
You bet!
Pursuing love,
I scan, I plot, I vet.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011