One day I started searching for love
I went to places high
And to places low,
Places filled with happiness
Others full of sorrow
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
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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