Places, Loved Ones

No, I have never found 
The place where I could say 
This is my proper ground,
Here I shall stay,
Nor met that special one 
Who has an instant claim 
On everything I own 
Down to my name;

To find such seems to prove 
You want no choice in where 
To build, or whom to love,
You ask them to bear 
You off irrevocably,
So that it's not your fault 
Should the town turn dreary,
The girl a dolt.

Yet, having missed them, you're 
Bound, none the less, to act 
As if what you settled for 
Mashed you, m fact,
And wiser to keep away 
From thinking you still might trace 
Uncalled-for to this day 
Your person, your place