Quest For Love
(This is Fiction)
When I meet a man,
I think, Is he the one?
I see a handsome face, ask
myself, Can this be him?
I like them tall and thin,
I like them short and strong.
I haven't met one yet
that doesn't turn me on.
I must be the fickle sort,
just can't make up my mind.
How will I know it's love,
if the real thing comes along?
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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