The Quest

Two hearts thirsting, searching,
yearning, but oh so scared.
So many heartaches, bad memories,
but hope is not impaired.

The dream of finding true love
has been so long a quest.
I think it's knocking at the door,
this long awaited guest.

Apprehensive, afraid to trust,
gently open, but
quickly shut it with a thrust.

When will these hearts find the one
who'll mend all that went wrong,
Heal the wounds that hold us bound,
fill the void, fill the silence
with love's sweet song.

by Josephine E. Cochran

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