My heart throbs <br />in search of its intent <br />Seeking the piece of the puzzle <br />for which it was meant <br />It begs for me to find <br />the perfected miss <br />with whom I'll make stories <br />of which I'll want to reminisce <br />These feelings burden my heart <br />by telling me there is little time <br />only a short period in which <br />I can find who's to be mine <br />The girl who'll bring sunshine <br />on the cloudiest of days <br />turning these moments of lone regret <br />into a much awaited praise <br />All these mixed impressions <br />that are still in question <br />seem to fall victim <br />to a materialized discretion <br />Yet, I will break the bounds <br />opening both my eyes <br />Facing fear with feelings <br />that are willing to surmise <br />Because love is not to be caught <br />but is to be built on feelings unknown <br />and into a crazed world <br />you will be pleased to be thrown <br />So I stand here, facing my fear <br />waiting for my love to appear <br />so we can make a perfected couple <br />in a relationship that is sincere<br /><br />Trevor Schulte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/promising-daze/
