(10.24.09 2155H)
Love, oh Love, why are you hiding from me?
I’m tired of looking for you, can’t you see.
I search everyday in the wrong places,
Even in school, within handsome faces.
For some time, I thought my waiting is done
When I saw this man; he may be the one.
But I actually feel, once in a while,
That you’re not in him, my darling’s futile.
That’s when my mind has learned the obvious truth,
Which is not perceived by the blinded youth.
I still have my parents, and cheerful friends
Wherein I feel you, there you wouldn’t end.
Love, oh Love, I have finally found you
In wonderful people, so dear and true.
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