One Man's Search

Serene faces pass by
the one i seek isn't among them
a search by one guy is less likely a theme
for his search shall leave rivers dry
with his sharp scrutiny,without aim

Hazel eyes,gleefully wide at the wake of day
long richly dark hair grace her shoulders
full bottom lip as if ripped from a play
a look so radiant can shake boulders

Bosom so lush drives any of his kind lascivious
flat belly as if it was corseted from birth
the curve of her young thighs makes the dream obvious

Surely for him it is darkest before dark
his quest in the hardest season,so cold

he seeks,she waits for his LOVE which is yet to come...