Sometimes I feel
Don Quixote on his
never ending search for
his Impossible Dream.....
desired most, is acquired least.
Those who surround me,
know not what my soul yearns for.
I look for true love in every place.
The hearts of others are mysterious caverns
where one could find true love.
Out of all of the caves, that I have explored,
not one has contained my fondest desire
my most enticing fantasy, true love.
I cry for true love and no one hears me.
I feel as
though I am half a person,
like a coin with one side.
My journey here is to find the other
the one who completes me,
the other side of my coin.
But how to look? What method is best?
I know not.
Many souls have I searched,
many psyches have I explored,
many thousands of miles have I traveled.
Although, I need only to find one,
my efforts have retrieved none.
Now, I am
the innermost secrets of the heart.
They laugh and play
unaware of the prospect,
the reward, of true love.
Instead, they ignore their deep desires,
for more mundane and trivial objects.
The deepest pleasures of the heart,
are sacrificed for cheapend experiences.
All because they are too afraid,
too terrified, of rejection and commitment.
I, too, know
the sting of rejection,
the dull ache of lost loves.
I'd much rather sever a limb,
or cast off an eye than loose my love.
For many, this pain is to great to face,
they trade mediocrity for intensity,
mundane for stimulating.
I cannot make that trade so easily.
The chance of infinite pleasure
is too enticing.
For my true
love, I will risk everything
all that I possess, all that I can achieve.
The risk is great, I will not deny,
but the rewards are far greater,
than anything humankind has ever viewed,
since the dawn of time.
Empires have risen and fallen,
fortunes won and lost,
lives broken and rejuvenated,
all for the search of the truest of loves.
My path is
not an easy one,
and too often adversity is in my way.
Pain is a frequent companion,
and hope is hard to come by.
But if I did
not risk all that I am
and ever will be,
for the most noble of causes,
for the most immense of treasures,
what would I be?
resume my journey,
trudging along myself.
One more mountain to cross,
one more river to bridge,
one more dale to traverse.
true love awaits,
just around the next bend.
The only way
to find out,
is to keep on the journey.