No Love From My Rear-View Mirror Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Love would just passed me on the street
He passed me gloating, even at his feet
I was always waiting for love to come
Finally I gave-up the need for love’s sum

Parents are usually the prototype of love’s style
Many of them are young and ignorant with guile
Love always escaped me and often passed me by
Many years love counterfeited agape; so often I'd cry

Men loved my body, my many talents, and my glory walk
They couldn’t quite handle, though, my God-theme talk
Not that I’m preachy~, but I hit straight to the heart
Now I’ve relinquished my right to choose for God’s start