Aged Love Poem by Randal Patrin

I must be too much, or not enough.
maybe all you want, or just what you need.
maybe I shouldn't have come, or just too soon.
I haven't got time, my mind's not made up.
I'm just representing what could be there.
haven't got a choice, fate is always on my side.
trying to find your age, with-in what love is.

The ways to love have grown boring.
I keep stepping into the same shoes that brought me love.
my love exists in anothers presents.
in their way, I must find what love is to me.
as love had once found its' way to me.
it will soon be known again for me.

(02/07/2011-Princeton, MN)