love is a floating image of the always unfound

the future is a place of mysterious design,
i cannot understand why…
but love is a floating image of the always unfound,
and surely that thing for which always we seek.
yes……..but now…so far from me its pleasure…
only serving me sadness and the stale of the lonely…
i wish to find completion within your presence,
but i must wait merely
for the oceans to part and the caps to melt
and for time to stop its masquerade against me.