Where is he now or is it she
I search for on this quest for love
Perpetually befuddled, failure after failure
The right partner always out of sight,
Always beyond my grasp
My patience wearies
My heart pierced by empty arrows
Each blow drawing blood
Snatching snippets of my soul
Neither riches nor intentions can be the salve to this dilemma
Painfully, I sit in sack cloth crying out,
Asking for my solution
I know it not
I know only hurt and momentary delight
False hopes and wishful dreams
The tears, they fall abounding from my heart and eyes
Red from weeping
Cliché words bring anger and melancholy
I lay down awaiting rest
Unsure of what comes next
No steps laid out, no paths before
Only the tiring wanderings of a lover yet to be
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