The hardest thing in love is to, hold on tight and push on through.

To put aside the hurt, the pain; in hopes her heart you might attain.

But over time this dream seems dreary, a once young heart growing weary.

As fantasy has lost its luster, little more can I muster.

Much has changed since we met, though my lot with you seems to be set.

But I won’t bow out, I will not quit. That couldn’t be right, that could not fit.

Certainly I’m lost, and hopeless as can be, I must however dare this path however long it may be.

And while I’m sure that I will fail to find your elusive love, in my heart you’ll always be my lovely dove.