A Mystery, Or Is It?

Love is not a mystery
Nor should it be branded so.

Time on time the wheel churns
And I have yet to find my guy
Yet do I lose faith?
No.
I am a man of faith
Strong,
Raised that way.

Love is not a thing
Which merely happens.
It involves an effort
Of which I am not yet capable.
It would take more of me
Than I am ready to give.

To love, truly and fully —
That I cannot yet do.
I want to — really, I do.
But this Benji isn’t yet ready.
I’m sorry; I wish
I wish it were otherwise.
Yet again, I’m a failure.

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~ by Benji on 20 July 2014.

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