Passing Me By

Love skips pass my doorstep  
As I wait patiently for it to ring my bell
Immune to all the nights my heart wept  
25 years without a single love story to tell
Love keeps passing me by  
I wish to experience love’s presence  
Imagination could never compare to the heated touch of a lover  
Or the passion filled gaze from fluorescent eyes
25 years without being the object of someone’s desire
Love keeps passing me by  
Love must not love me  
I’ve waited and contemplated if it will ever knock on my door
Each day brings a new shade of disappointment  
Ashamed to be robbed of the one thing I crave the most
Realization dawns on me as I believe  
Love will always pass me by.