I saw this poster and it made me wonder
Do women really take the time to see
If there can be one that will make time
And help her to see all that she can be.
It seems there is so much distraction
That it’s more quantity than quality
To have lots of friends to spend time
Rather than believing in some fidelity.
And not all women are to be lumped in
I know there are those wanting only one
When found, they work to make it work
To see if their search is finally done.
It seems that real talking is a lost art
With no real emotion left in text or chat
If you can’t hear inflection and meaning
Is it any wonder love is where it is at.
Maybe it’s too difficult to take the time
To really give of one’s self and reach out
But there comes a time when without heart
Every relationship ends because of doubt.