Learning About Love. Poem by Zack Holland

When I was very young
I was hard set
On falling in love with anyone
I could forget

(Preferably hung)
But not that appealing-
I just wanted to fall in love
For the feeling.

When I got bit older
I said to myself- LOOK,
At least get someone half useful,
Who can perhaps cook-

Or someone warmer or colder
(So you can learn too)
Or if they tell jokes on the first date,
Then they’ll do.

Five years on from that
And I made a choice-
That in fact I needed a really great man
To in God rejoice.

So I decorated my flat
And made it pretty,
And instead of searching the towns
I went out to the city.

Another six years flew
And more men came,
But alas, none of them was any different-
They were all the same.

Until I met you,
While I was cooking.
I think the secret all along
Was to stop looking.