Many times have I written verse For a love affair just started, But as if saddled with a curse, I am soon found broken-hearted. I've written twice as many lines For the love affairs just ending. I wonder why I write sometimes, I wonder how my heart keeps mending. But now with you I think I've found The one that I've been searching for. It skips a beat, or sometimes pounds, But with you my heart hurts no more. So now I'm writing one more poem And hoping that, unlike the past, My heart has finally found a home, And that this poem will be my last.