Got some searching to do.
It's as if everything is planned but love.

That's the one wild care.
Everyone I meet, everyone I see,
I find I am searching.

Encountering has become my worst enemy.
What if he's been here all along?
What if I still have yet to find him?
I'll never know till it happens.

They say patience is a virtue,
but this wait is killing me.
It lingers and it teases.

I'm searching, still searching. Always will be.
For someone else or maybe even myself.