Love's Risks. Poem by dave lessard

How many times,
must love fail,
before the roots take hold?
how often must
we search in vain,
before we find the gold?
I feel I'm on a
roller coaster,
the dips, the climbs,
the sudden fall;
ending up at
the very spot,
I started after all.
Impulsive love's not
lasting,
it flees from
comfort's touch;
what do we learn
from that?
I can tell you,
it's not much.
My the soul is
always yearning,
for a women at your side;
for a staunch companion,
for a trusting friend,
for life's unknowing ride.
Give all you have
to love,
though it may
never stay;
it's worth the
daring risk,
the game of chance,
to find the only one,
someday.