True Love

It so hard to find,

rare as rain

in the Sahara

and we chase

it like

the wind

and 

with

great 

futility

for real

true love 

is only

a 

dream,

the 

kind

of love 

that bears

all things

and can brush

off hurt 

like dust

and forgives

as smoothly 

as the sun

goes down

and its 

frowns

melt quick

like 

a slushy 

into a 

smile 

and treats

every friend

like a 

new

Porche