Love Story

One day I started searching for love

I went to places high
And to places low,
Places filled with happiness
Others full of sorrow

Every time I slowed  
I looked around,
But it looked like my love
Was nowhere to be found

I kept going on 
Through day and night,
I felt I was struggling
In this eternal fight

I met new people
Of every kind
It wad heart breaking
To leave them behind

I did not know 
This search could get so long
But I did not quaver 
I remained strong

And then I realized 
With a jolt,
I brought my search
To an immediate halt

How can you love another
If you do not love yourself?
After all who knows me best
The way I know myself?

One day I started searching for love,
And that day I found myself


      

1 comment:

  1. The idea behind your poem is solid; however, I feel that the second last stanza is something you could allow the reader to interpret rather than explicitly suggest.

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