THE PERHAPS OF MAYBE

I carry more hurt
          than hate
 but I blame
myself
         more than fate
When love smiled
       I looked away
When she did return
        I couldn't stay
                Bad choices
                Unheard voices
                Dreams that went dark,
                 with love ending
                             before it could start.
Chances
Opportunity lost
Season after season,
  hopefull blooms
            falling victim to the frost .
        One grows tired
                    and finds distraction,
         but the heart is forever
lured by the perhaps of attraction ,
           of bodily chemical reaction

   The perhaps of maybe----
   although lust and seduction beckon,
   only love may save me