So what is there really

So what is there really
In this business of relationships
Some we happen upon
Others we initiate
For our own devices

We love
We hate
Such adventure
Such struggle
In debate

We do not hesitate
We infatuate
Upon what might be
Ideal

Perfection
In every collection
We make for ourselves

We lead such perfectly
Shallow lives
We torture
Our minds over
Fine things

Fine wines
A pleasant picture
A colorful drape
A superb fate
We can hardly
Appreciate

If only today
We muse
Perhaps
They'll come my way

It most certainly
Must be today
Something in the air
I said the perfect prayer
My favorite song just played
And this all not by accident

Romance we seek
At least once or twice
A week

Are we so shallow
Must we always
Be entertained
By such
Petty things

Sure they are fine
In their own kind
But they do not
Fulfill
As such a heart
We long
Could
Thrill

Surely it will in time
With just a precise
Measure
A little fond
Indulgence
Of a certain
Pleasure

It must be so
I just know
Mustn't it
Be so

Perhaps I do not know
Oh, how very sad
Have I truly
Thought
I could buy such a thing
With such a pleasant
Gesture
Or a pretty ring

It takes more of character
And commitment
Of trust
To build
Just
Such a thing

But in time
I believe
Such a thing
Could blossom
Into such a flower
True love
Is awakened
In such an hour

-Joshua Lee Foist