The One

The heart is worth a million bucks, but not all that one needs to know

The whims of one might match a star for others might just say a NO

A mighty heart once had a wish that called for a stroke of luck

It passed his head night and day, and the thought was all that stuck

A laborious errand some mates yelled and some lampooned the aspire

some dismissed it as a thought in lust some claimed it pristine desire

what started as a thought in jest turned an obsession, he did decree

no mortal force could hold him back for twelve was four times three.

'what I am looking for is simple, a chore nothing like the ones of yore' did he quip.

All i look for is the finest damsel with a mole on the upper lip

The cities were searched the towns were done and so were all places under the sun..

the luckless lad now turns to you. "Did you happen to spot the one??"





Sumit:)