When will love find me? When will I
be standing at the wrong place,
at the wrong time, and he bumped
into by love's sinful bliss-love's
misguided pleasures. When will love
travel down my road and stop at
my doorstep? In the past, I've been
teased by love. I've been sent fools
love, but its true colors eventually
shine through. Through the cloud
of disappointment, the one that lingers
over my head. The cloud that sends
raindrops down my cheek. The cloud
that is there constantly reminding
me of what I have yet to experience.
Wanting something that I can dream
and ponder about. Something I can
give, but yet to receive. Something
I will crave and strive for until
it finally wonders into my soul.