Wm Paul Poet Rhyme

For the Valentine Not Yet Found

Again we sit and wonder why,
Why again it is we try ?
For looking far into the past
And know forever it does last.

That inner soul that goes for longing,
Always looking, always finding.

For each day the passing faces,
Calling selves member races.
Trying hard, then made the grade,
Passing on without a fade.

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Mario De Paz May 14, 2013 at 9:57 AM Somewhat too pessimistic and less convincing with respect to other poems