Fortunate

I met a fortune teller
at a bus stop one day.
She read my palms and
told me about my great
loves, past present and
future. I've always
known my loveline was
broken, and I've always
ignored it. I treat
each and every love
as the one and only
greatest thing in my
life. I have loved,
I love, and I will love.
That is the story of
the broken loveline.
The fortune teller at
the bus atop understood.
She held my hand and
smiled, and then I
stepped aboard my bus
and continued on.