Spring
Spring is in the air,
the anticipation is clear,
in every living thing that is near.
The posturing of males,
looking to find their mate,
will it ever be my fate?
The trees are budding,
The flowers are in bloom,
so why do I feel this doom?
The older we get,
the harder the heart,
Wanting not to fall apart.
When we will it be my turn,
to be cherished and loved?
Or will I just fade into obscurity,
with never feeling truly beloved?
the anticipation is clear,
in every living thing that is near.
The posturing of males,
looking to find their mate,
will it ever be my fate?
The trees are budding,
The flowers are in bloom,
so why do I feel this doom?
The older we get,
the harder the heart,
Wanting not to fall apart.
When we will it be my turn,
to be cherished and loved?
Or will I just fade into obscurity,
with never feeling truly beloved?
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