I’m sending out this message, in a battle, as if I’m on an island,
in hopes that it will find a caring person on dry land,
because I’ve been searching high and low, and it’s now that I confess
that the thing that I’ve been searching for is called “Happiness!”
They say that it comes in many forms, some without and some within,
but the happiness I seek comes in the form of a friend.
If you’re a stranger and you’re reading this, there is no need to fret,
because strangers are just friends who haven’t met yet.
So, until you respond, I’ll be counting down the hours,
until I can find you, an exotic rose amongst regular flowers.
I would be grateful to explore the beauty of your mind,
and I’m sure you’ll be overwhelmingly fascinated with me.
We are destined to meet, I am more than sure of this notion,
just in time. Because time is just destiny in motion.
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