A man could be looking for a wife,
But not looking to be her husband
As we'd stay glued to our past
Only with a glimpse to the future

                   The similarity?

We'd go on searching for the right fit
Of past experiences in a small frame
The bigger picture,—
Is we're often stuck in something
By ourselves, together in misery
To say it's love; well at least for the other
It's a love for an idea,
A glimpse of a preferred future

.          Careful, love is always a tricky thing