Love found is oft the doing of luck
The sum of picked-up pennies
And good deeds stored away for such an occasion

But love can also be found in luck's absence
A karmic apology for years of despair
So how then can we know when to expect it?

Through palms read and stars watched
We are given our timelines
Loose strings along which we bounce around
Praying always to just stand still

Through horoscopes and faulty quizzes
We are told who we will become
Self-fulfilling prophecies at their worst man our love lives' helms

While it is true that love is everywhere
We must not search
We must not turn over a single rock
For then luck and karma are out of a job