There is something about a love story,
With a perfect plot and happy ending,
That makes my stomach churn in fits,
For my heart yearns and burns for it.
It;
A love story written just for me.
The cure for my unsettled heart.
The one that finally does love me.
My other half, my other soul.
I have heard of it once upon a time,
In a tale about love and lovers.
The tale begins with a poor hero,
Separated from the world and alone.
Yet their lover comes across miles,
To them their lover comes!
For the love they share is a gateway,
To one another, and to one another come.
I am the ancient gatekeeper of this rusted passage.
On the other side lies love, I wait for it.
