How Can I Write of Love

How can I write of love,
When love hath not yet wrote to me?
It seems to be everywhere,
And yet nowhere nearest me.
It infects all the people I see,
But nonetheless still happens to evade me.
I hear of love in songs,
And still love does not serenade me.
So what am I to do when love chooses you
And overlooks me?
Do I mope?
Do I cry?
Nay, for love is fickle,
And I shall wait for its tickle.