Why may refer to: A request for an evidential reason.
Why it is illogical, even more so unlikely that
Anyone will find one true love.
Statistically out of this pool of 6 billion,
Who are female? – half that
Who are in your faint vacinity? 6 billion left.
In your age bracket? 65 million,
Of those that are eligble to be, possibly
Could be in/ 2 you?
60 thousand that you might like the look of
Match age, similar intelligence and relative aesthetics – so.
That’s too many flowers to stick in a swimming pool
Too many chocolates to cover gay Paris,
That’s so many hearts etched into trees your hands bleed with the trying
And yet we hang onto that ephemeral lifeboat ‘hope’.
Ignore those waves of doubt and desire to give in to probability
That wash over you through the years rapidly passing by.
You think, pray and wait silently to not be part of that one statistic,
Those odds are not concerned with you.
You are one anomaly, just a deviation from one common rule.
Something anomalous like love
Love is unclassifiable.
Love cannot be percentaged or ruled by numbers.
Wait for that one day, one hour, one minute, one second
When, possibly, by one molecular ounce of luck you will find your 1.
Even for a second this will make all other seconds
Of tortuous waiting pale in significance.
Some may say irrelevant.
It is what drives us even though we are not sure it even exists.
It is the single faith that binds humanity,
[Though most do not know it]