Little sonnet I wrote a while back…

 

I desperately want someone to love.

I mean a woman to have and to hold.

I’m beginning to feel cursed from above.

No special someone with whom to grow old.

 

Alas there is no one of that nature.

No woman with whom i can share my life.

No sightings of such a divine creature.

I am utterly alone with no wife.

 

A single young man alone on the road.

Walking the highway hoping for a ride.

As of yet no one stopped or even slowed.

So as cars drive by, I sit on the side.

 

My thumb is up and my heart is wanting.

But while all alone the task seems daunting.