Poem of the day. Wrote this last month, on the rode to Mexico.

if I don't find a place to sleep

I will need a place to weep

for I have fallen hard in love

 just like a chirping dove

never to be loved by the man

for I am not a part of his plan

but my love will never cease 

so I will ask him please

until the day that he loves me

I will never truly be

for now I dream upon the stars

wishing to hide on mars

[It's about no one personally.]