Searching for Love

The feeling of wanting to be special
Is a childish yearning that does not cease;
To be the first in someone’s thoughts
To have someone be the first in yours
And to value each other’s company above all others
We go from road to road
Searching for that encompassing love

Late Love

I, who was born to meet you
May have been given to the world too early
For I catch myself sitting on the park benches alone
On the edge as if leaving a space for you to fill
Quietly daydreaming of strolling
Through the silent places
Your breath a steady exhale
I can only do my best to live a gracious life
So I can meet you in the next
My head held high