Here stands a soul in search of lovers past;
   a man whose mind is greying with the sky.
His limited relations seldom last,
   and sadder still, he knows exactly why -
uncomplicated love is hard to find,
   when with misfortune, every glance betrays
behind his eyes this sombre, dark'ning mind -
   a mind that, with perspective, would amaze -
still, one that loses focus by degrees
   if e'er a caustic subject he espies...
it’s difficult to bury thoughts like these
   when trusting women peer into his eyes.
Perhaps he’ll figure out if he succeeds -
the complicated love’s the kind he needs.