Love Stories

There are stories
Told time and again
Of true love found
Of women and men

Most seek comfort
From this written word
With hands unsteady
And vision blurred

They flock to pages
Soaked in tears
To quench their sorrows
And hide their fears

But most know naught
Of what they seek
It all seems fake
Their chances bleak

Maybe once or twice
In a single blue moon
The clouds will lift
And the wind speaks "Soon."

In those rare times
Of perfect clarity
Their souls reach out
Screaming 'Set me free!'

So the answer to
This complex riddle
Hearts are broken
And love is fickle