ONE
AND ONLY ?
We search the whole
world over,
to find the 'one and only',
And put them through
such tests of heart,
to make
sure they're no phony.
Is our heart made for
just one, or can many fill the shoes?
Need we search so far
and wide, when others might well do?
The ideal may have an
image, but fancy is not real;
The love of life
cannot be perfect, no matter how they make us feel.
For perfection lies
with the angels,
not with humankind;
"To err is
human", is so
true,
expect for or the lover in our mind.
Yet still each person
fantasizes,
in hopes that dreams
come true;
Much love is lost in
the meanwhile,
when many a lover may
do.