Impatiently Waiting

I guess I’m just expecting it to feel different; different than its always been.
Where’s the spark?
Where’s that electric feeling that results when two like souls meet.
Everyday I walk my path alone waiting for that spark.
That feeling that draws me in and never lets me out.
A love that envelops my soul in true happiness.
Perhaps that’s too much to ask, but settle for anything less I shall not.
Should it be fate that brings the right one in my direction
I will be ready, with arms and mind wide open.