Looking

True love is hard to find

and when we do it's never ever kind.

We spend our time, night and day.

Trying to find loves pathway.

A twisting, turning, spiraling path.

Puzzling like precalculus math.

No one knows the one true way.

How to arrive at a heart and stay.

But, still we try to take this walk.

With the joys and pains of how we talk.

Makes no difference how we arrive,

As long as we get there and love is alive.

True love, I say is hard to find,

and to the nay Sayers pay no mind.

Because even though it may not kind.

True love I say, YOU can find.