The Quest was his Reward

Enduring months in rain and sun
Aching Legs from prolonged standing
Wallets vanished on flowers and treats
Self esteem battered by ridiculed smiles
Patience fallen prey to long waits
Damaged bikes from excessive throttle
Lost grades in the pursuit of happiness
Everything ends with HER adamant NO
The abusive excuse that you are not the guy
Or the Total indifference that you don’t exist
For battered Romeos and broken heroes
The quest itself is his reward



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