The Chasing Heart

Not the final page, the story's end,
But the unread book, my waiting friend.
Not the final scene of a movie, the last good-bye,
But the emotional buildup of a K-drama makes me cry.
Not the finished canvas, hung up high,
But the raw feeling as the brush goes by.
Not the poem polished, a final grace,
But the struggling words that find their place.
Not the prize unboxed, the gift revealed,
But the anticipation that is sealed.
Not the destination, a journey done,
But the first brave step beneath the sun.
Not the goal fulfilled, the dream come true,
But the restless hope that carries me right through.

For the heart's true purpose seeks its beat,
In the journey, not the final seat.
My soul knows this, a simple art,
The joy's in process, not the final part.
But there is one truth, a single place,
Where the destination holds its grace.
It is not the chase of love, so sweet,
But the love that makes the heart complete.
A warmth that stays, a home is found,
Where all the searching turns around.
For this one journey has no end,
And the heart's true prize is a lifelong friend.