To me, love had always been something to look for
'Tis coveted; a necessity, a possession
Been to bars, tried my luck in downtown parties
Met with strangers in hopes of ending up with rings
My enthusiastic heart falls so easily
Kept searching for the one I'm destined to be with
Simple gestures of kindness are always confused with that of love,
for I was often deprived of it
Countless inevitable heartbreaks have passed
I am done with the knocking on steel gates and doors closed
I'll just do what I love and pursue my passion
I'll allow myself to be found, this time with a mended soul.