Around The World Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

I walk around the pretty garden
not one flower is starving
and the ache for love, I feel it bad
it's a fruit I've never had
All things have a season to bloom
but none has ever been so pleasing
There's an ache for love, I feel it bad
it is a fruit I have never had
Open my heart to welcome in the air
for it to carry me away
to such pleasantries
like all of the ones I've dreamed
All around the world I've been
haven't given up wondering when
I'm going to find it
Why must it take so long?
Where could that someone be
who I can call my baby