Where is my luck?

I stopped giving a fuck

When I found that hard work

Only gets you so far.

Still I work resolute

As if that's still up for dispute;

Or am I waiting

For a woman with bright green eyes,

And a laughing disguise

To pass me a chance?

She's always willing to dance

With those who love in a quiet way,

While they seek the day

When she reappears.

She blows away their fears,

Like dandelion seeds.

-unknown

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philophobia

(n.) fear of being in, or falling in love.