I searched for love when I was but a teen,
The titillating, quiv’ring love of youth.
I sought the shining knight from all my dreams,
Not understanding dreams are seldom truth.
In later years, the search grew more intense,
But by that time I yearned for something more.
By adding to my passion common sense,
I sought the richer things love had in store.
Now, many years have come and gone since then,
And I’ve grown so much wiser with my age.
I’ve loved and lost and loved and lost again,
But losing love did not my search assuage.
In future, ever toward love I shall move,
For life’s worth can be found in naught but love.