The quest for love

I searched for love,
To fix my broken heart,
To heal my stricken soul;

I searched for love,
In the drops of the rain,
In the breeze of the dawn,
In the songs of the birds,
In the dark of the night;

Lost like a withered leaf in the wind,
With despair over hope,
Looking at the twilight as I lay still,
I saw her …

I found love,
In the apple of her eyes,
In the dimple of her cheeks,
In the beauty of her innocence ,
In the peace of her silence;

I was in love,
With a fixed heart
And a healed soul

—Archangel