A Never Ending Quest
Today, I'll take a seat; also ponder,
Reason, a soul; forlorn, exist within.
Today, I'll seek ripostes; as I yonder,
Reason, a soul desire regard; with gin.
Dormant as stone, I am not amazed at all,
My fruitless pursuit of mate to confide,
Worn-out my soul is, now afraid to fall,
My eyes, my red eyes, still contain the tide.
Dear heart of mine, be sure to take a chance,
For sure, one will capture the urge of your,
A yearning for affection and romance,
Shall thee find someone, a soul to adore.
Promise, I'll give beyond at all I get, ...