A question lies in these lines

A question lies with in these lines
One I’ve pondered many times

Not of why I feel the fool
Or ever finish hard knocks school.

I believe I am a good man
Why I’m alone I understand

I do not think like everyone else
I do not understand my self

I may never know where it is I want to go
Or what it is I should do, think or know

I am a more complex man than I think
Perhaps a breed nearly extinct

Saying I don’t understand women
That should explain the life I am livin

The thing that takes me by surprise
I why they would rather believe lies

The men who promise way too much
Seem to have much more luck

Those that are mean and abusive
Attract women I find so elusive

Maybe the truth about who I am
Does not fit into their plan

Though I am honest and caring
Generous, kind always sharing

A romantic that requires a love
To share the affection I hope of

A simple woman easy to please
One that desires her sentences start with we’s

Who would enjoy just being together
Not bound by any mental tether

Where are the women which proclaim
They are after the same thing

Where the women that see true potential
The ones looking for life existential

Not concerned with the past
Simply wanting someone that last

Are there still women around
Seeking only a love that’s profound

Uncaring about the material things
Appreciative of the symbol of rings

Able to see where real value lies
Hoping seeing that in my eyes

I could never afford to buy love
I would give my life in the name of

However my life has less than half its value
My life needs to be half of two

So I ask what is required
Finding a love so desired