Fleeting Love

Like a weary wanderer, floating through time and space
I rarely spend more than a moment in any single place
What I might find while on my travels, challenges mind and soul
I'm seeking out a companion for an evening stroll

Hand in hand, heart to heart, we wander side by side
Encountering many wonders and never breaking stride
And yet, it seems, it always ends with me just by myself
I wonder sometimes if I should just put my heart up on a shelf.

Love, for me, is a commitment, a choice that one does make
a decision to be always giving, and rarely on the take
For when two hearts become entwined, they share a single soul
Two pieces of two persons join to become one whole

And when that love does fall apart, for reasons not understood,
the whole is shattered like a mirror, the pressure not withstood.
The pieces they are piled up and doled out one by one,
but neither gets their complete self, the magic's been undone.

And broken and tattered, sharp and jagged, our lives they must go on.
We seek love to mend our tattered soul and reveal our inner swan
But what we really seek is to love ourselves as we wish we really were
If we could truly understand that phrase, I think we'd all concur

So seek not to find companionship, seek not to be repaired
seek first to understand yourself and leave no piece unsnared.
Try to understand who you really are, and who you want to be
and live your life the way you want and let your spirit free.

I'm seeking out a companion for an evening stroll
What I might find while on my travels, challenges mind and soul
I rarely spend more than a moment in any single place
Like a weary wanderer, floating through time and space