Open Season On My Heart

I speak of a certain love

Somebody hear me out
I have searched endless
To find that perfect love
That doesn’t hurt,
That doesn’t pain
A love that never disappoints
That is always pleasant
I have sought counsel from the wise
From the philosophers and realists
I have found not that which I look for

…still I speak of a certain love

I speak of emotions, feelings
A craving that never lets me be
A desire burning from my soul
Blank stares into space
I listen to the wind, and the waves
The winds blow me dust
And the waves crush upon my hopes
…and I’m left still deluded,

Still I speak of a certain elusive love.

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