You are looking for love,

But love is not a Meal that you can buy at the supermarket, Ready-to-Eat (MRE).

All those evenings in loneliness made you think more than you should it,

All that free time has been your worst enemy,

Movies, books, and songs are telling you,

What you have in the house: it is not love.

Love should be wrap in brilliant colors,

like that movie that made you cry,

But love is not a Meal that you can buy at the supermarket, Ready-to-Eat (MRE).

 

Every morning you look yourself in the mirror,              

Founding the first inklings of the old age coming

Like that white hair that you are hiding, turning your hair to the left,

Or those obnoxious chin hairs, suddenly growing just like your grandmother.

Is now or never say the voice in your mind:

You are in a racing Vs. time

But love is not a Meal that you can buy at the supermarket, Ready-to-Eat (MRE).

 

You have decided it,

You have spent your already meager budget in a hair salon

You wear a new dress that combines with the color in your nails,

While you through the door,

the person who has taken care of you during the last 15 years,

Staring you with the saddest eyes that you have seen before

Because he knows that love is not a Meal that you can buy at the supermarket, Ready-to-Eat (MRE).