A Beautiful Mess

The love that is in my mind could not be the love that truly exists.

Then I look around.

I see men treating their women right.
I see old couples holding hands.
I see how lovebirds connect and rely on each other.

I hear songs of love.  There could be a reason why they came up with such melody and words somehow.

These things somehow tell me, "Yes, there could be hope!" Well, not for me, maybe.  But for this world? Definitely, maybe.