The Pursuit

Can I have a moment?
Is that too much to ask?
I have a need; to comment
On this lonely task.

I'm sitting here all alone
With no one here to call my own.
Am I just to think,
"Has this brought me to the brink?".

I wish I knew What to do.
I'll not finish this pursuit of you.
Can I write of something else?
On my mind, there is naught else.

Of this life to find a match,
To light my life on this weary path.
Had I known there was a catch,
I'd not have started on this math.

One plus one, to infinity,
Or is this some calamity,
that this heart, so soft indeed,
Has found such great a need?

I wish I had the answer.
This has grown worse than cancer.
A longing so deep inside is buried,
That I wish my search could be hurried.

How much must I implore
To know what I am looking for?
I will search far and wide,
But to God, I still abide.

I will go to every shore
And on each I will explore.
All this, once I never knew
That it would be all for you.