Many make decisions to ignore,
Someone who has love to give...
Easily given.
And only to them to explore.
A few take the invitation.
With a preference list.
To eventually leave.
Because a 'match' does not fit.
Perfectly.
As is wished.
'I'm sorry.
Time is not on our side.
I don't see us working out.
Maybe we could have lunch.
If I bump into you.
When we both,
Are around and about.'
Others await for promises made.
And take that teasing ride,
Through games of hide and seek.
To realize too late...
That the milk turns sour.
And what is said to be homemade
Turns out to be,
A store bought pie.
Frosted as if a delicious cake.
Embarrassed and disappointed,
One stunned runs.
Leaving behind...
A useless preference list.
Only to wish for it wanted...
That love remembered,
But chose to ignore it...
Easily given.
To know what could have been,
Someone to adore.
With time spent,
Loving every moment.
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