The quest for love creates us
From birth its feeds our soul
Yet to find love one must define it
For it is more than what has been told.
A solitary love can be fatal
Its cure we cannot seek
Our heart becomes so brittle
That our eyes will often weep.
To see and touch what we desire
Its definition can become obscure
We tend to learn our errors
While our breaking heart endures.
For True love is what we are after
Only our heart knows what we need
When it finds that match in another
Our quest is then complete.
But when age becomes a factor
And our hearts become confused
It breaks into a thousand pieces
We are at the age when loves dies too.
About the Creator
Jack Dietz
Hello
I’m a 68-year-old Vietnam Veteran living in Southern California.
My writing started due to my volunteered to work as a Fire Lookout. I hope you enjoy my stories and will always welcome any feedback at [email protected]
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