Gift Horse Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Romance would have us
never question love.
To barter for affection
does seems crude.
One needs surprise and magic
for the mood.
Truth is we're all on show.
To keep above the market value
is the goal.
I've tried to find
companionship,
acceptance, peace.
We act our best,
but like that horse from Greece
we all have hidden warriors inside.
Though love makes lovers' quirks
appear sublime,
to heartache
every human heart is cursed.
When left to luck
we always pick the worst.
It's unromantic
but I take my time.
I kick the stool.
I poke the gums.
You bet!
Pursuing love,
I scan, I plot, I vet.