I have now reached

Early middle age

And much

To the consternation

Of family

And various friends

I have yet

To marry.

They cannot decide

If I am overly picky

Or if I am gay,

For surely I must be one

Or the other!

They cannot conceive

That I am neither,

They cannot believe

That I would willingly

Spend my life alone

Rather than settle

For less than that

Which I have

Already known.

I have tasted

The purest love

Bubbling up from my depths

Like a wellspring,

A love born

When kindred spirits

Meet, and

Give wholly

Of themselves,

A love

That leaves its mark

Not only upon the heart,

But upon one’s very soul.

It is like an exotic drug,

Once taken

Nothing else

Will bring

The same degree

Of euphoria.

So I spend my days

Alone, ever alone, and

Hopefully searching.