In the end
It was hopeless
A forsaken awful mess of stress
Play pretend
It's not enough
He'd never known about this stuff
An arm extends
So he has hope
Of climbing up off this slope
The love it sends
He feels in bone
Nearly melting his heart of stone
Does his search end
Is this the mate
To which he'd give his dying state
He needs to mend
Still cracked in two
On a long road he must pursue
Happiness around the bend
For now he knows
That he loves the one with which he goes
