Finding A Purpose

Not a great poem. Tried to rhyme a different way, but it doesn't scan well.



It was a moment that time won’t erase,
When I first saw her beautiful face,
Looking sad, tearful and bleak,
A tear rolling down her white cheek,
I stared at her for quite a while,
Then she looked up and gave me a smile,
I knew then that she was the one,
And moved quickly before she was gone,
Within moments I was at her side,
Asking her why she had cried,
She looked at me with some care,
And asked me why I was there,
I said she’d just looked so sad,
And I hoped it was nothing too bad,
She said nothing was wrong
It was only hearing that song,
It made her think of her past,
Of a die that was cast,
Of a love that was gone,
But life carries on,
I saw the hint of a chance,
And asked if she wanted to dance,
She looked up and nodded her assent,
I held her close as if it was meant,
I looked deep into her eyes,
And wondered if this was wise,
And suddenly I knew,
That this would never do,
She would always be,
The girl who was meant for me,
This was not a game,
I had to know her name,
I whispered in her ear,
Then waited for a year,
The time dragged by so slow,
But I just had to know,
She sadly shook her head,
My hopes of joy had fled,
And then she cracked a smile,
My heart it ran a mile,
She put her hand in mine,
And it had felt so fine,
She left me with a note,
And on it she had wrote,
She left me with her name,
But things were not the same,
She’d left me with a quest,
Knowing I’d never rest,
Until once more I’d trace,
The outline of her beautiful face,
My time I’m doomed to spend,
Seeking her is my fated end.