Found

You don't go looking for a bicycle And bring home a truck. Nor looking for soap A bucket of muck. If looking for a rose You bring home a cactus You might want to ask yourself "Why must I act thus?" Love is as particular As hot, as a lightning strike It chooses it's path and avoidance Grounding itself by the path most liked. Choose not the dressing Though we wear thoughts on a sleeve Choose neither the casing Least time make you leave. Find those traits That combine just so Choosing your battleground Loneliness, your foe. When you know what you seek What you want, what you need You'll set aside gems In your search, and be freed. If looking for a truck A bike won't make the cut. A cactus won't become a rose There's more road, less rut. I thought love was a commodity And all love, all fire, the same Until I knew what I wanted Only then burst I aflame.