I Wander and Wonder
All these years,
my heart has been wandering —
traveling along roads
that might lead me to real love.
But the paths I took
brought me bruises and a broken heart.
I have met false loves along the way —
believing they were real —
only to stumble upon later
that they didn’t have authentic seal.
And all these times,
after going through all those angst,
I am deeply smitten by the past,
pulled back by the mem’ries that crash
over my head so fast.
My mind’s been swarmed by whys and hows.
Why should a heart afterward be broken
after having to love, it ended being sullen?
How should a soulmate be found
when all of my radars have been badly downed?
I am losing connection in the realm of hope
that there might be somebody who’ll give me a rope
to pull me up from this pit of despair
that very well gave me so much to bear.
And so my mind is left with wonders.
If only the God of universe should alter
these dire bearings of my heart together
with His more pleasing will that’ll change me forever
Can I find real love in my man’s heart, ever?