Marchmadness,
There are some who have not lost the way. They just rarely choose to say. Here is one I wrote a while back. Of true love there is no lack...
  
  
    I have never felt the love
     That others speak about.
  
    I do not understand the pain
   Some profess that love has brought.

    I never felt that type of love
     But,
    I have memories that speak,
  
    Of kindness and thoughtful ways
   Of rearing youngsters in those days,
  
   Of being busy with just living
      And keeping life together.

   Memories of sharing thoughts,
     Of tears shed,
    Over loss of babies never born.

     Our daughter, so bright and yet
   Found life just too hard to stay.
  
     The son who never lived
      Beyond one day.

   Tears of sadness and then of Happiness,
      Brought on by little things.
   And although I often think of all of it.

   I do not dwell upon the loss
   But share the memories of love.

     jo perry Aug 14 2006