“When you know;
You'll just know,” they say
to you, when you are six—
dreaming of the ideal beaux
that in every way
just clicks.
They say, “Snow
will fall all day,”
but instead—a hazardous mix.
What if it was Joe
or Ray
or one of those other dicks?
But even though,
I’ve fallen prey
to many a man’s trick—
owning my woe—
I still pray
I find The One that makes me tick.
“When you know;
You'll just know,” they say—
omniscient pricks.