Be it fame, furtune, that exoctic isle,
But the greatest search, comes when the man looks for the One to call his own.
That spark felt from the very Soul
Looking into her eyes, the smile that captivates
The Calm sultry glance.
The look that takes "Our" breath away.
Not a moment passes that they are not on our minds
The desire to share.
Sometimes is crushing.
But we endure knowing
This is right, she's the one
Why should I make her wait
Thats no way to procrastinate
She's all I need.
Man has.Searched the World over.
Be it Fame, Fortune, that Exoctic Isle.
The Greatest Search Comes when a Man Looks for the "One" to call his Own.