In this great - adventure - that we call life,
Just what does it take - to mend or to break-
The human heart?

Why does it seem - that whenever - I get close to love,
Something goes astray - my love fades away-
Before it ever starts?

I will find love - even if I - have to leave all else behind.
Oh, I'll search the earth - and spend no small worth-
To find the love I seek.

When I find love - I shall never - ever let it go.
I'll never leave - `till the day I don't breathe-
And go to the grave.

Yes, I shall find love - someday out there - and I shall be complete.
But until then - I cap up my pen-
And begin searching again...