I feed on images of imprinted happiness
Feelings remembered but mostly not felt
Times when love seemed all I could see
The stories of which I will always tell
Settled in mind content with being me
Forever at ease my search at an end
In each I had trust to some I owe a debt
Yet after all I took time to mend
Am I yet searching or did I concede
No longer willing to eventually fall
Understanding what I seek is not my doubt
Now what I doubt is that I knew love at all