Quest!

She was sitting alone in a deserted field

Her face was cloaked and eyes concealed

I called her name, a lovely dame

She looked at me with eyes full of pain

I asked her, what made you cry,

Who made your lovely eyes run dry?

Is there something I can do?

Find something lost to you?

She glanced at me and said

I am just miserable cause I have a grudge

Life has always been a lonely trudge

Where is the love, which I dream?

Where is someone to hold when I scream?

And I looked at her perplexed

For the same questions have me vexed

Is it always that you live alone?

Or you find someone of your own

For I am still searching the meaning of my life

How will I ever overcome this strife?

Will time be the best healer?

Or will it be the biggest stealer

So let these questions be forsaken

For the quest of life never be mistaken!