Just Observing

Everyone is so caught up in love,
Some ideal relationship fantasy.
Meanwhile, I'm afraid of it all.
Too many times have I seen...

All hard work go to waste,
Every kiss turned meaningless,
Every hug turned to cold shoulders,
As opposed to a shoulder to cry on,
And all love turn sour, bitter, or dead.

Then they tell me you have to take risks,
Make mistakes and learn from them.
I say, "Why not get it right the first time?"
But what do I know, right?