To find the one that I adore
May take awhile or even more;
God knows what I am looking for
My compass points to southern shores.
I know that seems so faraway
And that is what they always say;
Love has no boundaries anyway,
Somehow I'll find him, come what may.
I hear a whisper through the trees
And feel the comfort of a heavenly breeze,
But I long for the song that comes from the seas,
I pray that God will hear my pleas.
Some days in grief my heart is done
With all the searching for that One.
It seems that Time and days outrun
My strength and hope and bright shining sun.
But when I find him, will he care,
Will he be that answer to prayer?
I hope he's dark and debonair
And is that gem that's rather rare.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick
But a poet's heart is rather thick;
It beats on with the sound of a tick
And bleeds out words not missing a lick.
Where on earth would be this guy?
Ok, I don't care if he's shy.
I hope he's clever as a fox is sly
And surfaces soon before I die.
June 21, 2013