finding love

What is love I wonder, how is it to feel lost,

And then suddenly find myself in someone.

To make mistakes and then look at your eyes,

 Knowing that you still love me the same.

What is love I wonder, the wisdom of a Yogi perhaps?

Attained through ages of silence and compassion.

Or like the first ray of sun breaking through the clouds

Wonderful things like dew drop dancing on a lotus leaf.

May be like the passion of a Jihadi, fundamentally flawed,

 Full of passion, untamed, unreasonable, unconstrained.

Alas! Alas! I have felt the passion burning my soul day and night,

Have lived the hope day after day, have seen the wisdom grow

But still I am yet to see love, to lose myself only to find in someone.