The back alley love fringed on joy

That you crave so desperately

Will only come

When you least expect it

Love is not on a timer

In fact

To love, time is all relative

Traveling in its own domain

She'll reach out to you only if

You can handle it

Even if

You aren't sure you can

He'll place his hand on yours

For reassurance

Or to reassure

And it's your job to grasp it

Never turn a blind eye

Because she's always a step head

Waiting, just waiting

For the perfect moment

With chronic joy comes chronic pain

And he is glad to bring both

And with time

You can learn to spot the difference

Though she may hurt you

Though he may lie

Love comes at the right time

And you won't have a choice