You have tried to find love. You have searched in the most
utile of places, thirsting for a sip. You have asked your
lover what lies between her thighs
maybe you could find
some love there. She’d say rosé… she always does; the
older it is, the drier it gets. And now, you have drunk so
much rosé
practically all day, or every other Thursday
night till you have grown weary of its taste. But you
have heard that love lasts forever_ a lingering heartthrob , not a recurring hiccup from too much wine_Yes, you have
heard tales of a fairy tailing princesses until true love is
found. Yet, you remain here-loveless, loveless
and
loveless again. Maybe if you looked for love less, just
maybe you would find it, maybe it would find you. Maybe…eventually