Looking
Looking for the perfect woman
a lock to fit my key
the one’s I meet they seem all wrong
a match I cannot see
most don’t seem to be my type
the one’s that are, are taken
and none have touched me to the core
my heart has not been shaken
and none have had that special click
that melts the heart and mind
that perfect interlocking piece
I wonder if I’ll find
wanting is the problem
if I’d resign to bachelorhood
then that perfect one would come along
I’d stop trying if I could
but the soul it yearns for perfect love
the thirst that can’t be quenched
without the one fitting like a glove
this urge will not be benched
Love is the core of all creation
the search, as water in the desert sand
the quest for it is lifes equation
the sum is in God’s hand