Plato's Symposium

Ill be searching for you
In the midst of strangers
In a crowed full of impending danger
My eye will be fixed on the trail of what waits
Of the culmination of all these events
On sequinces that confirm your presence

I'll be unphased,
Looking to focus on you
As if every moment has brought me to this point in time.
I know I'm gaining ground
I feel you closer than before
Your love is the victory
I've been fighting for.

Reveal yourself.