Woman Made for Me

                                                                                 By Mark Koehler
                                                                                 copyright 2005

Where are you, woman made for me?

I have come across an ocean, and also a sea,

Where are you, woman made for me?

For five long years you have been my search,

Are you waiting for me, possibly in a church?

Or maybe you have run away,

I am not a bad man, most will freely say.

I am not perfect by far.

But I don’t think that you will find many who are.

When will we find each other, or may it never be?

And if we do what will you see?

Will you see only my flaws?

If so, I have broken no laws.

Will my emptiness stare you in the face?

Or might you see me with God’s healing grace?

Many questions I have asked you,

Answers I have few.

My life is about uncertain pain,

With glimpses of joy, only a moment in the rain.

You could change the state that I am presently in,

I know that it is possible, though the probability might be thin.

But only if your heart is sure,

Should you even consider opening the door.

As you look in the mirror, if perfection is not what you see,

Don’t worry, what I want from you is a passionate love for me.

I say a passionate love, that is what I need,

I have a passion for you, indeed.

Is it something upon which your soul could feed?

Is this something that you want or need?

I know that if you accept my passionate love,

I know that you will find completeness that fits like a glove.

Come share my life with me,

Change my life to happiness, from misery.

Fill my emptiness with your love and life so free,

Where are you woman made for me?