An endless pursuit.

One search that is not a search in the sense that it needs your work
Is this unattainable quest for something so perfect.
As people we yearn to feel worshipped
A feeling so deserted
Because it cannot exist on this earth’s surface &
Not only is it intangible
But this state of comfortable being, takes stamina
Not even for the faint of heart
But you must be an animal.
Impossible to find
You see it’s only a state of mind
The more you try to feel it, the faster you’ll go blind…to the truth about love.

So many start to look so soon
But never seem to become in tune…with the rhythm of this feeling called love.
It is beyond our reach; unachievable, when pursued
Love does not like to be followed
just allow your heart to remain hollow, until it is your turn..&although you’re heart yearns
it will soon be your turn
to feel that sensation
the most blissful burn
and that’s when you’ll finally learn…
Love is not a privilege
something so precious can only be earned.