At times we grow weary
Of this search for love
Those of us who have known it
Those of us who have lost it
May grow even a bit teary
But what is life without love
So we continue to seek it
Praying we find it
Some seek with a fury
Crying out to heaven above
Some may try to force it
Others may try to steal it
But to some it may be a duty
So many do not comprehend love
Like a puzzle piece it cannot be forced to fit
It cannot be earned with humor or wit
Some may never experience it
For true love is a rarity
A gift from above
So we continue to seek it
For we truly crave it
A few may actually find it

So true.. nice one

very good poem!

Very nice!

Very nice write!