Going Away

I'm giving up
In my quest for love.
Once did I get it.
Again won't I?
It came in search of me
When it was least expected.
I'm not going to expect anymore.

What causes my desperation?
Is it the nymph that I loved?
Is it the nice feeling it gave?
No, it's the very name 'love'.
It's the need I have for love.
Not that I feel hated.
Not that I feel hurt.
There's so much of love in me;
I don't have someone to share it with.

But I've made up my mind.
I'm giving up
In my quest for love.
It strikes when it's least expected.
I'll embrace it when it comes.