The Search
The Search
I search for you in countless eyes,
their depths are not as deep.
I see not there the light of love,
that's only mine to keep.
Oh my soul, where can you be,
when will you be home?
It seems as if you wander on,
forever will you roam?
There are those of little faith
who say I wait in vain.
Aeons have passed but hold
steadfast to what has been ordained.
Tis true I could make due with others
til you find your way,
Yet, why waste precious moments
in the idleness of play?
When I give it will be to you,
no halt-heartedness involved,
the joining of our souls complete,
all waiting then absolved.
I search for you in countless eyes,
their depths are not as deep.
I see not there the light of love,
that's only mine to keep.
Oh my soul, where can you be,
when will you be home?
It seems as if you wander on,
forever will you roam?
There are those of little faith
who say I wait in vain.
Aeons have passed but hold
steadfast to what has been ordained.
Tis true I could make due with others
til you find your way,
Yet, why waste precious moments
in the idleness of play?
When I give it will be to you,
no halt-heartedness involved,
the joining of our souls complete,
all waiting then absolved.