I’ll never be good enough in her eyes,
But I know what this feeling is.
I cut her out of my life,
Still she always ends up on my mind.

I’m not proper enough, attractive enough, or wealthy enough.
Is it my fault?
The truth is she’s blind to one thing,
And that is love.

The world is large,
And somewhere out there I will find,
A true love who is one of a kind.

One day,
One way,
I’ll keep searching for love,
And find it I may.

From nation to nation,
Through land and sea,
I know she’s out there,
And we’re meant to be.

This poem was written/submitted by Christopher Price.