Where is she
Here I stand, full of expectation;
With a rose-tinted perception of love;
Trawling life for a small slice of heaven;
For my sweetest seraph, sent from above.
Will I find her waiting; bathed in moonlight?
Or kissed by the tender rays of the sun?
Blatantly standing on a street corner?
Or hiding in darkness until I come?
Does she yearn for me as I yearn for her?
Envisage me in her soft, blissful sleep;
Stealing her away from all life's heartaches;
And taking her hand and her heart, to keep?
For now I can only ponder answers;
Let my heart spell her name in my writing;
Beg the gods to throw her into my path
and that day she hits my heart; lightening.