I comb the universe
and still I find naught.
For better or worse,
my heart is uncaught.
I know there’s a girl,
to cherish from hurt.
A match soul to soul
I’d never desert.
The vastness I wrestle,
as I search for her form,
so she can nestle,
in arms that are warm.
A deep burning love,
a heated desire,
it’s what Cupid speaks of,
as he kindles his pyre.
To catch but a peek,
as she's long overdue.
Whom do I seek?
-- perhaps it is you.
-Don
