Frustrated Desires

I pursue what I can't reach.
Searching for you through the distance.
Reflecting you in thought and speech.
Fighting your aversion and resistance.
Working for your affections.
Suffocating in defeat.
Victory eludes insurrections.
Just as my love avoids me.

I wish we could chronicle all the time humanity has spent pursuing the impossible. I wish I knew when to give up. I don't. I'm an incurable optimist. I'm engaged in an eternal quest for the Holy Grail, without the glory of Arthur or the humor of Monty Python. Just the misery my daily living is seeped in. The Holy Grail I quest for isn't a golden chalice, or even a world-shattering secret. I quest for a heart, possibly the hardest object to obtain.