How many times must one try?
To love, then lose, yet not know why?
Memories are made, some best forgot;
Some were worth it, most, probably not.
Still there’s hope, I’m here today;
She is there, she’ll find her way.
No secret to love, it’s here, or not;
So much to share, no time to stop.
But, I’ll wait, hope, and pray;
Love will come, again, someday.
You cannot entice, a woman to love;
It’s only her choice, and a gift from above.
There! Down the road! Do you see her now?
Her heart will choose, me…somehow.