Fools, old

Fools, old like myself,

Believed honestly in destiny:

The love of one pure.

A fated cure,

In act.

But now I have learnt

There’s no one real person

Who can generate and create

And replicate the joy

That life relays

Like baton of glorious bred.

So many women

Who might love me as I am:

So many people

As good as I yearn.

No longer a dating virgin I’ll be:

No longer

As once my Motogotchi did see.

Free of limits,

Off the rode:

This is my future.

My future of love,

Freely given, not sold.

My future of love,

Freely taken, quite bold.

My future of love,

No longer half as old.

My future of love, that is:

And everything all gold.

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