we humans hope
in days of youth
that one will come
to heal our pain
a special soul
a perfect match
the one designed
to make us whole
and so we search
an image drawn
of one immune
to human flaw
we cannot seem
to trust our heart
awaiting signs
that never come
alas we learn
as years go by
that love is not
confined to one
though love endures
returned or not
another chance
will come along
