A poem about true love

 How am I to write about that

Although i've dated many people

They have all fallen flat.

 

You see,

 

There is no easy way to define the word love

Or to know what makes it true 

Because so far all we know

Is what "love" has put us through.

 

I'd never had the pleasure

Of feeling my soul intertwined

With someone who was worthy

And truly worth my time.

 

So all that I can say is

If truly I must 

I never knew a love

As it's always discussed.

 

But sometimes I sit back

And so I try to imagine

The filling feeling of love

And endless true compassion.

 

And so good as it all seems 

And so then I may just dream

Of a magical, wonderous theme

Of a love so routine.

 

So every single night

Although I am unsure

I close up the cutains-

Wash all my dishes-

Cage up the dog-

Set the alarm

But I never close the door.