Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Speed Date

I get older, time's running out.
For the young waste of time to find
That this love is the one, no doubt.
I have such romance on my mind.
I am so busy with the stuff
That give me notice as success,
I don't seem to have time enough
To toil at love, I must confess.
Hitting love with a rifle is
Mostly a miss on a long shot.
Since I wanna up the odds biz,
A short range shotgun's what I got.

Hurry to love, I just can't wait.
Maybe love's on this next speed date.