beautiful songs of love in poetry

Being single in your thirties is like
losing a game of musical chairs
several random times a day and
having to deal with it.
Every once in a while you can
feel the music stop, look
all these folks are coupled up and
there you are, just standing there.
Wondering what comes next.
Knowing that when the music again stops
it’s gonna feel the same way.
It’s gonna feel how it’s gonna feel and
you just gotta deal.
You just gotta learn how to deal.
I don’t know that I’ll ever know.