In an ocean of people, a quiet temple,
a noisy classroom, a busy café, and on the other side of the pedestrian lane.
I keep looking for you.
But you also kept on—
not coming.

Alone, as I explore places I am unfamiliar with,
I keep observing the people around me.
Thinking that maybe, you could be here.
But there was never a day that you arrived when I expected you to.

Until one day,
when I was alone in a room.
Nothing but a mirror to stare at.
I found it.

I keep looking for love but it never comes.
I convinced myself that maybe I was looking at the wrong places.
But no.
I keep looking for you, Love, because I thought I didn't have you.
I keep looking for you, Love, because my eyes failed to see you.
I keep looking for you, Love— thinking you were in someone else's hands.
I keep looking for you, Love, but you were here all along.
Inside me, pure and strong.