Although, as yet, unsuccessful

No fault be found in trying

Never to manipulate

Never insincere

Always honest

Always pure


Hope, most likely, will be shattered

Trust freely given, sadly broken

Respect, unearned, surely forsaken


Of the kind and generous spirit

Advantage will be taken

Yet no thing done in the seeking

Shall ever be regretted


Though beginning, vague and without substance

It grows sharper with each disappointment

Becoming more defined with each heartbreak

Through the hurt

Through the sorrow

Clearly now I see

My heart’s true desire


I seek a love . . . I can depend on

Not just today, tonight, tomorrow

Not just next week, next month, next season

Not just the next few years to come


I seek a love . . . To last the rest of my life