The Search

My broken heart is she to heal?
I question while we dine
Sweet words we speak, her touch I feel
And I feel that she’s mine
Then we’ll fight, ‘haps we’ll walk away
Once more souls will be torn
Then from my heart, she’ll fade away
I’ll know she’s not the one
Know not yet why I search the crowds
Or if I’ll ever find-
You have descended from the clouds
To but someday be mine.
How long must we still be apart?
Know you are the queen of my heart.