ConnectingSingles is the site,
That drives every singles mind,
In all directions you do the math,
The direction to a blessed path.

We turn left, and then right,
Pass signals, ignoring arrows,
We stop at the green light,
Turning honesty to sorrows.

Slow down juggle A’s and B’s,
Read it again nothing to miss.
There is no really time to play,
Be good, polite, kind, if you may.

Out of grasp insane we become,
Believing our search is must,
Feeling we belong to what matter,
Yet spreading like peanut butter.

Mails, flirts, and flings,
With no attaching strings,
For reality for few is so far,
Habit of living in the dark.

We succeed to have a date,
And go for coffee or cocktail,
We set eyes and become dazed,
Nothing of photos in dismay

Hopping in one soul mate,
To find, care, and to date.
When that really happens,
Blissfully lifted in heavens.