When I first laid my eyes on that woman

  feelings felt lost had made their return.

  This could have been where it all began

  as a new love arrived to take its turn.

  Yet each time something doesn’t work out

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  it just reminds me of how lonely I truly am.

  Destined never find that person so devout

  like a farmer that cares for each lamb.

  While I long to find love, that deep fire

  I come so close only to fail each time.

  Now it’s hard to do the work it requires

  afraid I’m too old, and past my prime.

  Part of me always fears I blew my chance

  and that I’ve already had my last dance.