The golden flower

Love.

It is a perfect balance of innocence made of glory,
like a golden flower.
Too much innocence, and you are stepped on.
Too much glory, and you are corrupted.

You search and search,
yet you never manage to find it.

Those who you thought were like ice,
firmly in your grasp,
only melted into water,
and you lost them without knowing.
That is, until it was too late,
and you heard the last drop splash.

Then again, you could find it.
That golden flower with a fragrance so sweet,
it intoxicates you,
and you never have let go.

Just hope one day you find the one who finds you.
If neither lets go,
what have you to fear?

This rare flower with such exrordinary power,
is yet to appear to me, but even through countless rejections,
Im still looking.
I guess I always will be.

Then again,
Whats wrong with a wanderer?