Babblings of a Cynical Romantic

Is every man to love and to fall in love?
That is a question that I have asked myself a great many times
Now some might ask whether I doubt love when I say this
This is hardly the case, since I myself am a great lover
one who respects and adores to the greatest extent my heart can
However, my question does not lie on friendship but partnership
You see, I do not believe that every man can fall in love
and just as I believe this I also must admit something else
I do not believe that ever man that can love will get the chance
for there are so many things, great and terrible, set to divide,
to betray and to steal all opportunities at such a thing as love
To be honest, this is one of my great struggles, the fear of it all
That I, this great lover, should fail to find love for myself
The possibility that I will not receive the love of another
That I am destined to walk and love it all alone, companion less
Possibly the greatest betrayal of all life is this simple matter
Were there evidence to suggest the strength of difference
I would gladly cling to it, for all I have pursued say otherwise
That I am a great lover and someone fortunate will have me
But why not make it themselves, if I truly am what they say?
Does having a friendship turn into something else frighten?
Is attraction such a monster that it abandons me completely?
I don't know that I can be persuaded to another point
Though lover I am, my heart and mind cling to cynicism
Denying the hope that does exist in attempt to protect the soul
The truth is, I have no answer to the first question to claim
Divided, I wander to and fro in order to find the truth of it
And in apathetic stupor, suppose that either will be fine for me
But the heart of it is that I desire my companion and wish
Hoping that the wish will come true, that I will find you