A truth repeated seems defiant lie
to those who only hear replies they like.
Two minds will never settle on one why
while ego flarings alternating spike.
This bullying has brought me to a point
from which I do not want to trust myself.
But I believe not all will be disjoint
and will not cease to reach for higher shelf.
The one I want to want me wants me not
while I the one who wants me do not want.
How tiresome is the weaving of each plot
to tease potential love my dreams to haunt.
I still will wander with a slender hope
of finding just enough of love to cope.
~To tease potential love
– a sonnet about elusiveness for Jon Lopez, Robert Stone, 6 July 2014