In Quest of Love

I slide along the edge of the stream, Crossing the narrow road leading to it, Search in the depth of the fussed ocean, To find the portion reserved for me. I wander throughout the space, Tracking the silvery, sparkled stars; Conspicuously, I've been so exhausted, My naive heart chose not to surrender! I interrogate the reflective could, It points me to the house of obscurity, I hasten to go to the peaceful spot, There was not even the shadow of it! I had even walked out of boundaries, To know whether which direction it took, I crapped out an fell on the wrong road. I, however, was hopeful and undismayed! Lastly, a quiescent mind appealing me, Thus, my heart plunges under the ocean, To strike out the accuracy of the true love, Meanwhile, I still hope that it will discern it!