He had never really known love before
Never known the taste of it
Never quite sniffed a wiff of it
Had never sang its song
Or knew what it was to feel its soft embrace
He'd never truly met love,
had only seen it a distance in an elderly couple or starstruck teenagers
He'd only ever seen it on a screen,
or read it on a page
And yet, yet he had never had love visit him
It wasn't for a lack of wanting to love,
He was eager for it, green at the eyes for want of love
He reached for it in the women that came and went,
He reached for it in the whispered greeting of a stranger in a street
Wished for it in the mellowed rainfall on a rainy evening
Wished for it still, in the cold arms of a passing fling.
He had never known love
And it was a cruel thing too,
For he knew many whose hearts have loved and been loved
Many who love had visited aplenty
Many less deserving than he
And yet, he had never once met love
Mayhaps one day it would find him,
Seated in the quiet corner of a local Cafe
Or walking along the greens of a boisterous garden,
Until then,
He would have to wait, in baited breath-
for the day love would visit
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