Someone will
always love her,
If not me or him,
then someone else,
Life is like that
Not fair or unfair,
Not even right or wrong,
It is what it is,
Just as she is,
An essence that
Draws people to her,
A pheromone trail
She leaves behind
Wherever she strides,
Stronger in some places,
Yet always there,
Continuously,
Irresistable,
But not always
A two way street,
Felt my one,
But maybe not the other,
In this fall of dice
We don’t always come
Up with seven on our
First toss, or get
What we need when we need
Something else,
Sometimes
We roll the dice and come up
With what we want,
Only she may not see it the way we need,
Love is like that,
The right roll at
The wrong time
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