What is it that I seek?
Blessings or fruits of some order?
What I seek is love... pure love and bliss.
Why is it that all forsake him?
The one I love is not loved by anyone.
I hurt in the knowledge.... and cry in vain.
The pain instead of subsiding , grows in leaps and bounds.
His love and passion leaves me breathless, wanting more...
yet I feel helpless and forlorn.
Love can bring with it seasons of despair,
with no hopes of repair,
Yet I love him, in the hope...
That we shall be together, one day..forever.
In an everlasting embrace,
Not to be torn by time and place...
When will such a day dawn upon us?
What is it that I seek?
Love or thorns.... am not sure....
But, am sure, he loves me....
Yet, so unsure of the chimes of time.
What is it that I seek?
I have everything going great for me..... Touchwood!
Yet, this feeling, this foreboding that somewhere,
something is just not right....
An empty space, an empty feeling...
What is it that I seek?
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