Magpie.

I know what love is
I see it when it peeks behind the eyes of a stranger
A small glint
Like something shiny
And I, magpie that I am,
Head straight towards that sparkle
In the hope that it might be
Real gold.
And so far,
I have collected
Two empty gum wrappers
Some broken glass
A toy mirror
And 84 cents worth of change
Disappointed? Sure.
But I can't help still believing
That the love I find one day
Will be the everything I've been seeking
And I am unwilling
To settle
For less.