My Search and Eyes of Longing

In so I search for you

my

precious hidden treasure

who is like the dawn

Fresh with love

and delight.

For

though my poems

expect 

you to be perfect

for me.

I however 

I expect nothing.

For

I now

know your perfection

does not exist.

like it does 

in my poems and dreams.

For if it were so

I would have found you already.

But alas

I have not

and

now know the truth:

your beauty

is scattered like the stars

all across the world.

Your

personality,

I suspect 

 should be in one

or another.

For who can balance out

the inner child and the maturing adult

without killing one or the other?

Yet in all this

your blue ocean eyes

and pale smooth skin.

or

forest green eyes

or snow cold skin

Is all to common

now-in-days.

But

no one can complete the rest

of My Precious Hidden Treasure

Poem.

In so you shall haunt me

in my dreams.

Torture me with love

and

the hope of your existence.

For of all

that I desire

that is on this Earth.

You 

are the

one and only thing

that I shall never find.

But hopefully match

with certain aspects

of those I find

according to God's

grand design.

In the end

there is one thing

left to say:

“The search for you

 is over."

Now

I search for you

dear lovers that would desire

to pursue me.

Otherwise end

my life

and

Then

I will find

the one I had just

described.

Up in heaven

before God’s

eyes of longing.