Hormones

 

What a fickle thing is the heart,

Unable to tell lust and love apart,

So eager to procreate,

Moved by a lack of grace and sinful haste,

When love could be so much more than a pretty face

Any girl could be my everything,

But it’s not fair, I don’t want just a fling,

I want the girl with that special glow,

Why is it so hard to know?

If only my heart had an objective mind,

She wouldn’t be so hard to find,

A close and loyal friend,

Someone with so much love to send.

A girl to hold me tight, hold me dear,

All through the night, she’d chase away my tears,

We could talk about anything and feel at ease,

Without fear we could joke and tease.

I ask my heart, please, please,

Steer me straight,

I’m tired of these pointless dates,

Is there no such thing as fate?

I’m doing all that I can,

I hope,

I wait.

Reviews

[Sally Edwards]

Great poem and a reminder that men also go through the turmoils of love looking for that wonderful person to be our life long partner and friend.. I enjoyed reading this.

[Brenda Sue]

A very well written poem. Wonderfully and beautifully penned. Great job.