When I seek you, you cannot be found. I pursue for a time, like a hound, and then give up the chase dejected. It's lunacy. On the matter has the heart never reflected. You seek me, and I may be found. I turn my face to the wall. When I become unavailable...I receive the call. Desire, and indeed, lust, overrule. I give in to you.
Fear, need and hope force me to give myself to you. At times, this thing called "Love" is a bugaboo and invariably not all it's cracked-up to be. As I draw nigh, the expression is that your feelings are now different and you profess indifference.
Away with me! I'm dismissed by the wave of your hand. A stranger in a strange, yet familiar, land, of necessity, finds himself a one-man-band. When I seek you...you cannot be found. And so, round and around it does go.
