People with mates,
Seem to have elected...
To remain connected in dedication.
Their relationships never appear outdated.
Happiness for them has been their fate.
At least,
Whatever the chemistry is that attracts them...
Leaves those that are single,
Wishing more not to be selective.
And hoping more to be able to cooperated,
With someone found and located...
Desirable enough to appreciate.
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