I searched for Love in my garden,
Parting each flower's petals,
I searched through briars and brambles,
Pricking my fingers on the nettles
I searched for Love in the heavens
Where God and the angels are;
While floating on a cloud, I searched,
Only to bump my head on a star
I searched for Love at the seashore,
Scouring each tide, high and low;
When a wave carried me away
I almost drowned in the undertow
I searched for Love in the desert,
Sifting sand through my fingers,
Burned by the sun, choking from thirst,
(The torment of it all still lingers)
I searched for Love among the ruins
Of heartaches I overcame,
I found not a trace.... all was gone,
Not a single dream was left to claim
If searching for Love brings such pain,
What can be done about it?
Nothing! but continue to search -
It's more painful living without it
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This is very amazing and interesting to search for love in own garden. This brings both pain and emotion. In love God and angels both come in dream and give real essence. This poem is very interestingly and excellently penned.10