Thank you
If I don’t find love
still I’ll fly high alone
as a much more proficient dove
with majestic wings being overgrown
from unmet expectations
and countless stupid tribulations.
If I don’t find love
my heart still will rise from above
its rhythm unchanged within the chaos
singing as beautifully as Diana Ross
reminding its surroundings of perseverance
swallowing all flaws as a form of acceptance.
If I don’t find love
death won’t be an eerie experience
the soul will evaporate in all its brilliance
and you, now just a spectator
would look deep inside for the lover
that you failed to retain in your relentless confusion.
If I don’t find love
boy, I’ll be fine
I won’t be asking for your sublime
nor mangling your precious dimes
thank you for finally revealing your mind
while in unlimited solitude, I happily resign.
