Quest for Love

How does inspiration spring
Full-blown from the breast of man?
Why do men give their hearts
In poetry, so graceful and serene?
Do emotions become more tangible
When on paper they are seen?

Tangled promises we weave
Into our webs of man made love.
Our hearts we hang recklessly
In the balance of a moments fancy.
Our futures carelessly thrust
Into never still waters.

Why do we love, hungry for
The touch of another?
How can we find the Promised
One, of our greatest dreams?
Do we stop and wonder why
We seek unity of being.

No answers can I fathom
To the greatest questions of Man.
But I do know that seek we must
To find the eternal happiness we crave.
The best of men may fail the quest
But we can never know the end
For bound are we to try to find
The greatest ever love, or die.