I've fallen in love numerous times, the problem is that I just don't fight it
And the end result is, there's me, and my love, alone and unrequited
I love the feeling of love as it courses through me, energies nervous and excited
I love the first touch of love, and no matter how I try to repress a smile I just can't hide it

So, I suppose that this prose has found out my second error, I'm love with being in love
How could I not be? It's such a powerful feeling coursing through me as my heart speeds up... thub thub
I wear it like a shield against the monotony of the world in general, like a teflon glove
So, you see, I fall in love too easily, because I love being in love... with wounded doves

Ahhh, and there's a curse, I do fall in love with wounded doves, 'cause I love playing nurse
I'm wounded myself, so spot the vulnerability in others, making me attracted when others are adverse
I approach these women with frail souls, who hold tightly to me as if they were about to burst
With the effluvium of their lives, clench to me like someone dying over a lifetime of thirst

What do we have so far? Unrequited love? Love for love's sake? And loving the vulnerable only?
These are the three Errors I make romantically, and not only do I make them, I make them repeatedly
Yet, I'm not angry at myself for these faults... if I altered this strategy, then I just wouldn't be me
Though, when I look back through hindsight, as it's 20/20, it's hard having loved so much, yet remained so lonely.

-David "Dingo" Bleecher