I've been working on this poem for quite some time. The challenge to tell a story in fifty words appealed to me, and I might to it again sometime. For now, this is my contribution to the unattached souls of February 14th.
My life is patterned
Off of paradoxical statements:
Strive for perfection
Though perfection is unattainable.
Settle for nothing less than the best.
Wait for love to arrive
Whilst guarding the gates of your heart–
Shut them tightly against intruders,
Shut them tightly against emotional wars.