Giving Up the Hunt
by Alessandro Miserable de Hostilitio IV

You not a quitter until you are.

Miss, I?m leaving you inside the lurch
Because I?ve stopped the weary search.
I don?t believe true love can be
Or if it can, least not for me.

It hurts too much to hunt you down.
Too many times I?ve played the clown.
They wish that I find you someday
But who you are they will not say.

I thought I found you many times
Through all the songs and dances, rhymes
and cards and words and epithets
all I have left, painful regrets.

So I leave this note to educate
My hunt for you has failed to date
I tend my heart, I rest my feet
and now we two shall never meet.

Encourage you with others' words
These ears too many times have heard
?I hope you find the one for you
who?ll make you happy and be true.?

I?m giving up, I quit, I?m done.
You?re too damned late, if you?re the one.

And if you find this note I left
My poem starts you moving
All you?ll find, a hollowed heart
Not suitable for loving.




Penned by my hand on the 12th of Scarlatan, in the year 738 AF.