An ode to Nomad and others whom find themselves out and about on "Singles Awareness Day"...
Ah, another Valentine's Day is here.
And yet, I find no loverly cheer.
My heart has not yet found it's home.
Sometimes I feel like a big silly roaming gnome.
But alas one day my love will come,
and I will find that I'm not such a bum.
Someone will love me for all that I am,
And all that I'm not, and that's really hard to understand.
True love, they say, is hard to find.
Yet harder still, it takes so much time.
To really know and love the one inside,
To find the good through the not-so-nice side.
To have found your love does not make love easier,
In fact it is the keeping love that is the hardest,
So take heart singles, even if you think your true love is the farthest...
For love will find you, no matter what, when, why, or when,
And you'll find yourself there, as your life of love begins,
And then you'll wonder how you lived for so long,
Without a place your heart called "home"...
But remember, every cloud has a lining silver,
And every season has nature all a quiver,
In sprout and sprig and autumn leaves,
And when you get that shake in the knees.
Happy Valentine's Day to those with their loves,
And those who are seeking, and those who are bums.
Don't wake love until it is time,
And don't take lessons from me on how to rhyme.
Truly love yourself first, and then you will know,
How to give love, and where you need growth.
For true love waits to find the one,
Who is better at giving that being a bum.
This poem has no ending, little content, no beginning..
But this simple statement...
Book with Travelocity, and you'll never nomad alone.
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