the best is yet to come

always there's a kiss we haven't experienced, an embrace that triggers something you never knew existed... I say I need to find myself before I find love. Yet I don't deny the chance of Love finding me before I find myself. I insist that Love shall find me without me having to find her, but myself, oh myself, this I have to find. He doesn't come to me. But there she is shaking her head. She says, you do have to find her. I don't believe her. Many times she has entered when I least expected, and I know well how possible it is that she might appear before I ever come close to finding myself. She, on the other hand, takes delight in seeing me finding myself. I find it captivating! -- she says.