"To thine own self be true."
A quest more sought after
Than accomplished.
For, at times, though
I smile on the outside,
My heart is weeping.
Hoping for a perfect love
Too precious
To ever attain.
The thought of my
On true love
Are nothing more than they are.
Simply thoughts, and the desires to find her.
Despite the treacherous path,
Ravaged by despair and
Broken hearts,
Hope guides me.
Believing that one day,
We'll be together.
"And it must follow,
As the night the day"
I'll be smiling on the inside.
