Am I not searching, am I not looking right? (Poem)

I tried to remember her face,

But her name escapes my mind,

Where is she now? Where can I look?
Oh, she was my ace of hearts,

I thought her to be an angel,
I cried out to the heavens above,

I've wandered all my life,
Searching for my ace of hearts,

Her sweet eyes, her loving embrace.
Oh Lord, oh God, help me name your angel,

Am I not searching, am I not looking right?
I may not be the darkness,
But I’m surely not the light.

My baby, my love, my angel,
I don’t know where she’s gone,
But now I’m all alone.

I don’t know the love of an angel,
I’m just made of rough flesh and bone.
I don’t know where I belong—
How does it feel to be without a home?

"The Soul of the Rose" by John William Waterhouse

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