True Love Makes Sense, From Time to Time

Love occurring for those who seem forever single - a poem.

Certain persons cannot bend;
Most introductions - never send.
They shall not welcome or commend -
Eschew an offer, and offend.

A solid scene may not secure
A relevance that’s seen as pure;
They’re still involved with friends, for sure,
But seeking love, there’s no real cure.

For such a person seen as great,
They’re never prone to escalate -
Remaining single, will not date,
And never yearning for a mate.

But endless questions, none seem real,
Until the trappings of a meal -
A lovely standard is now found,
For which the gamer still stays bound.

Blessed by eves, so ably told -
We must recline, from being old...
A testy soulmate rescues, stays -
A valued truth from all those days.