My eyes search for you

in the soft morning haze,

in the rush of the hallway,

in the hush of my days.

I don’t know your voice

or the light in your smile,

but I know when you come,

it will all feel worthwhile.

I’m waiting for someone

who sees what I do—

my strength, my effort,

my heart beating through.

Someone steady and kind,

someone gentle and true—

and until he appears,

my eyes look for you.

In each passing moment,

in each quiet view,

a small hope awakens—

Maybe this one is you.

Not urgent, not aching,

just calm and sincere,

a wish that grows softly

year after year.

And someday, I know,

when the right heart comes through,

it will feel like the world

finally shifted into

a place I belong—

warm, certain, and new.

Until then,I’m searching.

My eyes search

for you.