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Find Me

See me.

Love me.

Hate me.

See me.

Love me.

Hate me.

Hide from me.

Scale the highest mountains.

Swim every ocean.

Roam every forest.

Walk every street.

I looked everywhere.

Every house.

Every store.

And you found me.

Where I was not looking.

You found me.

It is amazing at the speed this happened.

With compassion you picked me up.

You helped me to find myself again.
This poem is about finding love and how you can look, look and look but not find the right one for you and the moment when you might stop looking and cross paths with someone they find you. You could find that special someone anywhere and you don't know till you walk the earth and maybe revisit places you've been before with just and reopened perspective. So what this poem to me is a reaction of friends telling me that I'm looking or was looking to hard for love.

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