Witness To Love
I was a seeker, a seeker of love.
I wanted to find it, but it wasn't there.
I'd looked for it everywhere,
but I couldn't find her
because she wasn't there.
A witness of love, I couldn't understand,
I was the seeker of lovining,
but I never found a plan.
Will love find me there in my footsteps,
or will it past me and go past my intensiveness?


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