Searching


You see people everyday
walking along,
Talking about someone new they met
and how they got it going on.

They say it's true love
true love indeed,
I think to myself
that's what I need.

I am out ,searching, for this "true love"
but what do I see
Cupid shooting his arrows
but they are passing by me.

I am on my way home
the day has come to an end.
And just like yesterday
my search has failed me again.

So I am going to sit back
as patient as I can be,
And maybe, just maybe,
"True love" will find me.

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