I have sought with a seeking for love.
And thought from someone else,
It was love I had received.
I had believed with na·ïve·té and innocence,
A love from someone to me that was given...
Was honest and true and not deceived.
I wanted to perceive what was given to me,
Was pure as fresh air that I would breathe.
To always be that way.
And then I awakened alone with a heart aching,
To realize inside what I had sought to recognize...
Was the image reflected and not one's touch to feel.
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