THE SEARCH FOR LOVE

I allowed the breeze heave me
To a world I have only heard of
With a packet of anxiety to
What it may hold for me

I arrived my terminus
With smiles emanating from within
Emboldened by what was written on the gate with
A crimson paint

“Hearthstone of love.”
I read out gleefully, long lost in my thought
As the breeze left me at the gate to
Journey in myself

The world appeared so perfect
Aesthetic like its possession – love
People moved on a single file to
Have what brought them thus far

I waited in anticipation for my turn
Busy studying the motion
Bag big enough to
Take away the love meant for me

Finally, I was close enough to see clearly
But I noticed something
Everyone traded something in exchange for
The winsome love

I grinned unnoticeably
I expected something of such
I dipped my hand in my pocket to
Confirm I still had the gold coins in there

It was my turn
I could not wait anymore
To have my love and
Call on the breeze of love for another ride

I stood in front of the Angel
Watched him hunt his bag
For what I believed was the love for
Which I journeyed down

It looked appealing
Right there on the table
I threw my coins already
To patronizing another time

“Your heart is the price.”
The Angel pinched my emotions
I felt a heavy ache in my head as
I watched in awe

The meaning was implicit
It could only be given once
I stared at the package with
A saddened heart

I wished I had solicited for information
From the successful journeyers
It would have prepared me for
What seems like a one time choice

I stepped back dejected
I didn’t even come with my heart
My legs danced to the beat of rejection being
Played by the ground

The breeze of love refused to take me at the gate
Because I was void of love
I looked up every time it took someone over me as
My legs continued to dance on the long unintended adventure