If I was to find her

If I was to find her...

I will whisper into her ears those three words
Words sweeter than the songs that Solomon sang
I will journey across the seven seas in search of her
Either she be Lebanese or Dominican,
Or be she Chinese
I wont know until her face and eyes I see

Give me the bearing and I will hoist my sail
Follow her up every mountain and every trail
Never to approach emptiness and reproach without fail
I will then hoist it into the clouds high
For my heart tells me she is nigh
And sail against the perfect storm.
Never to rest, until it is her I will find.

Legend has it that her hair touches the grounds
Legend has it that she never frowns
Legend has it that she wears the crown
That she is neither white nor brown....but simply...beautiful

Silky strands that lay rest on her soft bottom
Soft succulent pink lips, I shall press mine against
Her beauty is of the unseen, her voice is of the unheard
Her skin glows as one of the absolute radiance
Her eyes radiant as the morning sun
Her smile, beams bright as the wishing star that I wished for
One, of such ethereal beauty
She is every man’s dream, and hopefully... my reality

Shall my soul, not find peace until her I find.
Shall my soul, not be complete until she is mine
I shall master the four corners of the earth
From dust to dawn I will search
From dust to dawn, I will quest
For your love, I thirst
Enter every crevice and under every boulder

I shall shower thee with love potions
Potions sweeter and abundant than honey
Love deeper than Romeo and Juliet
I shall cloth thee with jewelry richer than King Tutankhamen

I shall take away all of your pains,
Wash it out like empty drains
Into tiny bits like a drizzling summer rain
And we will grow together like ebbs on grains
Into those eyes, I will gawk and take away from shame,

Where is she? For, my bones grow into frailty by the minute
Where is she? For I lose grip of the sail by the minute
Where is she? For, old age is fast catching up with me by the minute

And gradually, I am losing faith in this phenomenon called love.
Whatever is thine shall be mine and whatever is mine shall be thine
But...should you see her, tell her I still seek her desperately... and my hair now grey