I myself understand my heart not.
What is this thing which I so desire?
Shine me the light and guide me through,
for I must search till my feet tire.
What happens when two lovers meet?
How do they know they belong together?
What if I pass my soul mate by?
Shall I live my life lonely forever?
When struck by love the heart beats quicken?
Or flushes hot and cold must I expect?
Do the heavens sing and the Gods convene
a feast and a dance to pay respect?
To this and more, answers I seek
as seasons pass and tone my will,
‘cos for you I’ll wait a thousand years