#creativestorytelling

I worry about naught,

For the negative cannot be wrought,

And the good, it will only rot.

I have no need to scheme and plot.

I instead, focus on love, happiness, kindness and all the lot,

Knowing that in exchange for my attention..

it will be brought.

Still trying to find the one

Or have the one find me.

I wonder who he will be?

Will he appear when I count from three?

And get down on one knee?

If it’s that soon,

I guess I’ll practice

Ahem..

I want the random gifts, the weekly dates

The fun holiday mornings

I want you there for births

And hold you in mournings.

I want the monthly flowers,

And together showers

I want the love of a lifetime

I want snuggles during halftime.

I want a partner, a lover

Someone whose body, mind, and soul is only mine

Who can actually sip the mass wine.

And to me is always kind

Okay ready?

One

Two

Three

There he is..

Made perfectly, as can be.

Now who would’ve thought that while trying to find the one..