An Ode

Kudos to my loves old, but not forgotten

My loves that I still long for like that felt by wolves howling at a full moon

My loves that have left their marks on me like ruins of civilizations of yesteryear

My loves that make me ponder: What if?

What if we had gotten together?

Instead of a satisfied heart like the belly of a well-feed gourmet, I have experienced nothing but the breaking of my heart

My heart has been broken more times than the number of broken China after a running of the bulls in the China Shop

Cupid has bleed me dry for he has shot at me too many piecing arrows through my heart

But yet I still give chase to finding the one meant for me

Love need not lay among the stars or among towering riches

As there are riches in the Earth under mud, rubble, dirt, and rocks

And on the Earth’s surface

There is love and beauty in the more and most simple of places

All my loves I did discovered during my schooling in my classrooms

Grades 6-8, one per year

Focused and addicted I was on each them like a moth to a flame

Until the last 2 where I got burned with the latter resulting in a crash and burn

Then wilderness years where I be like a bee

Until a siren come call my name

I came hither and made a move

She recoiled and remorse filled me

For I killed a friendship with my greed for a match

Then Spartan days came. The college year

Mostly a bee once more.

An Angel of Maidan almost carried to the salvation I seek

But the tide of school and tide of life drifts us apart

All of this, Puppy Love yes

All these loves, simple girls not of wealth nor fame

My love for them and perhaps you can them themselves, Simple, ordinary, maybe even plain and/or naive

But my love and my loves are pure and thus are the best kind of love and women