There is a misconception, about Love and the ballpark
Therefore I feel, I must make the following remark
First of all, you must be able to reach the plate
If you do not, you may, not at all, meet your mate
To make it to first base, is to go out on a date
There are no guarantees, this is a test of Fate
For the two of you, to learn about each other
Who knows what to expect, what just might occur
Second base, is of course, your next meeting
This could lead to more, or simply mean nothing
Your feelings begin to build, and soon you may see
That there just might be more, than you thought there could be
Once you reach third base, you realize, this could be it
Now your relationship is in full swing, it's a hit
There maybe foul balls, or fly outs, disagreements or fights
But it doesn't mean its the end, give up, out with the lights
Each time Fate throws Us a curve, we hit it out of the park
A HomeRun of sorts, True Love, ignited from a spark
For to understand, you are with your One and Only
Is to finally reach Home, to meet your Destiny.
Written By PoeticGent © 1999