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