I yearn to see the world through rose tinted glases.
I itch to see the truths of love that have eluded me thus.
Where is this mysterious creature you call love?
Why has it not reared its ugly head so that I might slay it for now and forever, shatteritng the illusion of its grandeur?
Is it perhaps that it fears me?
Does it feel ill equipped to face my weapons
forged at the very heart of skepticism?
Perhaps it is cowering in fear at the very thought of me, the one who would conquer love.
Ah, yes, tis I that will master the beast who enthralls the hearts of man.
Maybe love knows this?
Maybe it knows to avoid me as I hunt it through the wilderness.
Everywhere I find its tracks,
I can feel its presence growing ever nearer and then at the last moment, it vanishes!
As if a thief in the night!
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Alex Broox.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?