Love is like a pebble
That lays for years unturned
Ignored by those who pass it by
Never knowing what they’ve spurned

A shiny rock that might, one day,
Trip you as you stroll
Then Truth will open up your eyes
And Fate will take its toll

Inside that ordinary pebble
You’ll find what you have lost
A last first-date, a matching mate,
Upon your soul, embossed