What life brings us, we never know.
Do we have a choice, I truly hope so.
Can we find the love that will always be ours?
Or do we forever dwell in the land of OZ?
We all seek something that fits us right,
Never knowing if it involves a romantic fight.
A lover, a keeper, or a jealous friend.
We never know because they have no trend.
I depend on instinct because it is fair,
And if I refute it once it always dares.
It dares me to find the fault of the one,
Who will share my life till my time is done.
Dedicated to all those who know what I mean.
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