I searched the world that I may find
A love that is pure and truly divine,
That which I could say was only mine –
Comforting me from squall and strife.
In my dreams love had no face –
It was an illusion I earnestly chased:
A complex maze into which I raced,
With my perceptions – an image I traced.
Into that image I breathed form and life –
My hearts desires and longings to abide:
When it took the effigy I inscribed
I mistook it for love at first sight.
With the passage of time, I realized
The qualities I had myself surmised:
Into the image I had infused with life –
In a deluge began to be refused.
In my mind, I had created this form
With which my heart keenly fell in love:
Is it then that I might say, love is blind –
Or is it the reflection of my own light!
When I accept the worth of the one I love
By acknowledging he is unique and one:
Then can I be blessed with lasting love –
A love that is pure and true in every form!