Where Is She

Here I stand, full of expectation; With a rose-tinted perception of love; Trawling life for a small slice of heaven; For my sweetest seraph, sent from above. Will I find her waiting; bathed in moonlight? Or kissed by the tender rays of the sun? Blatantly standing on a street corner? Or hiding in darkness until I come? Does she yearn for me as I yearn for her? Envisage me in her soft, blissful sleep; Stealing her away from all life's heartaches; And taking her hand and her heart, to keep? For now I can only ponder answers; Let my heart spell her name in my writing; Beg the gods to throw her into my path and that day she hits my heart; lightening.