The enchantment of it all
That is what we all search for
The swooning, the fluttering
The capturing of that which is insubstantial
We spend hours, day, weeks
Imagining the perfect half
Yet I ask
Is that love?
Love is more than an ideal
It is culmination of two souls
Not to be their savior
But an equal partner
Who will walk through the darkness
Into the light that is their lives, together

I ask the fated angel when will it come
Anxiously waiting for the coming days
Alluding as the this unattainable feeling is
Its still manages to give me the rough and tumble
That's what it is
That's why we fight for it