Sick of it all,
sick of the games.
When will I find
the one with the name:
I'll call out forever,
and ever in time.
Only one, I will call mine.
Where has she gone?
Where will I find her?
The ink in my pen
is my reminder.
That true love is true,
true love is near.
As long as I love
and let go of the fear.
Deep, easy breaths:
be calm and reminded.
Love can't be rushed -
you find it, blinded.