Love Is Elusive Poem by Julie A Smith

Feeling forlorn
and forsaken.
Love is
elusive,
a mist that seems to
vanish
or a shimmering beautiful mirage.
Looking for substance
and commitment,
I find
lack.
Lack of love.
Friendship love abounds,
but my heart
longs for romantic love,
hand holding,
kissing,
sunsets,
and shared magical moments.
Commitment
is a beautiful word,
but I wonder
if I am the only one
who thinks that is true?
Seeking a man
who will commit to me
in spite of fear
and who thinks that I
am amazing in spite of my faults
is my most vulnerable and cherished hope.
Love and commitment meet.