Some
of us spend our lives
Waiting
for someone to love us.
We
endlessly find ourselves
Being
battered by our emotions,
Because
we are never quite good enough.
Others
spend eternity
Looking
for that special someone
Who
will let them love them.
Someone
they can wrap their love around
And
shower with untold happiness.
Saddest
of all are the ones
Who
are given life�s most precious gift.
The
total devotion of another
And
are too blind to see
The
beauty and wonder of it all.
These
sad ones spend their time
Wondering
why they can�t find love
When
all along they had it
And
tossed it scornfully aside
Thinking it wasn�t quite good enough.