Aaron Peska

Why Hasn’t Love Found Me - Poem by Aaron Peska

Gone are the days of chivalry and respect; Gone are the morals that we defend and protect.

For the age of love has passed away; A passing I weep over each and every day.

The care is gone, the love obsolete; The passion blindly thrown out onto the street.

For the times nowadays, throw me into a pitching vex; For love today is classified by nothing but ‘sex’.

No, love is more powerful, sweeter, more real; Love is so strong, it’s a vibe you can feel.

It’s a subject of scrutiny, a mysterious thought; I’m fascinated by love, and for it I have fought.

I have seen love thrown around, like it’s nothing at all; I’ve seen emotions rise, then sadly fall.

I have seen love as a joke, a simple little game; A way of feeling bigger, and brining her to shame.

As I see these acts, as deplorable as they be; I begin wonder to myself ‘Why has love not found me’?

I vow to the stars, to my heart deep inside; That the love for my other half will be love I won’t hide.

She will be my everything, the sun on my cloudy day; And I will always smile proud whenever we say..

I love you, a simple little phrase; One that leaves you soaring for the next hundred days.

We will be happy, an immortal smile, no sense of cur; No need for a frown, all ‘cause I’m with her

My hand will be graced with her tender clutch; Oh! so soft, so sweet, so inviting a touch.

My lips will be graced with her tender kiss; Which warms the soul up in an enveloping bliss.

My time will be hers, in those times so tough; When the days become so long and so rough.

When tears begin flowing from her beautiful eyes; I’ll be there to wipe them, and silence her cries.

When illness befalls her, and she’s in bed to recoup; I’ll be there with tissues, and a hot bowl of soup

When death takes a family member, when she’s mourning everyday; My hand will be in hers every step
of the way.

She will be my everything, my angel, my world; The one who helped make my life so unfurled.

So to look at the rest, using love in the wrong way; I see its ways poorly used each and every day.

What has happened to the world? To make this all real; Where love is a joke, not something you feel.

Why did it die? Why is it gone; Why is it only found in fairy tales and every sappy love song?

I know I am able, I know I hold the key; But why, oh why, hasn’t love found me?

Comments about Why Hasn’t Love Found Me by Aaron Peska

  • (5/1/2010 6:54:00 AM)

    When tears begin flowing from her beautiful eyes; I’ll be there to wipe them, and silence her cries. this is my favorite line.. very well written i really like it.. :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010

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