Plenty of Fish
Sweetie pie, oh lover dearest, where on this earth could you be?
I've been searching all across the land, scouring the seas.
I almost feel like giving up, but my belief in love keeps me going.
And when the day comes that I do find you, my heart will be more than showing.
But it seems that I've looked everywhere; under rocks and under chairs.
Hoping I won't have to accept the fact that you might not even be there.
And I don't ask why, I just know it's true.
That every day and night, I will eventually think of you.
Now it has become impossible to sleep, try and try as I must.
I toss and turn my restless body, and find myself tangled in my sheets through all the fuss.
I wake up dazed the next morning, after leaving dreams filled with you.
I force myself out of bed once again, and continue my hunt like I do.
But maybe the truth is that my best option would be, to cease all searching and call it off.
Maybe then you will come to me, drift in like a current miraculously if I stop.
Seeing as how my whole search party of one has grown tired and run amuck;
I may as well be running around in senseless circles, and declare myself officially stuck.
So to my one and only out there somewhere in this big world, I leave one question to thee.
Will you perhaps come find me, if I stop looking for what's meant to be?
All I can do now is be a sitting duck, and try to patiently wait.
I'll be here when you get here darling, like helpless but promising bait.