Somewhere out in the wide world there is a woman. A woman that knows how to laugh, A woman who knows she is a lady. I believe there is more to love than surface attraction no matter how innocently based. Life is love. 0h the joy true love would bring, but not yet, I am not ready, my heart would scarcely take it in, but nay would devour it and spit it back out. For yet I am not a Man and am un-deserving of such a woman. But one day perhaps not so far distant we will happen upon a fateful Rendezvous . The joy of that day in anticipation makes me think perhaps that to love is to believe. To hope. To place faith in the idea that there is more to life than this that for every jack there is a Jill, a match, yea even a soulmate? To use the world seems overly presumptuous but there is not better alliteration to form the ideas lurking in my mind. But for now , until then I find, its only in my dreams...