In the meadow of the spring, My soul yearned for your presence, Lingering around for the sake of your touch, Hoping to find you in this mundane city. As I breathe, my lungs asked for the hint of your perfume rather than oxygen, My eyes search for your existence rather than comfort sleep. I sought you in the falling leaves, In the blooming flowers, In the gentle breeze, In the raging hurricanes, In the monsoon rain, In the sane and insane, In the morning sunshine, In the hopeful sunset, Hoping for you and only you, But you were never to be found. -crystal