My twist quest to find my dear

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At dawn, with no lingering gesture, 

I will dash off to find thee, 

In an early voyage. 

Though no food nor water, 

But I do not mind. 

 

At noon, with no lingering gesture, 

I will pace off and find thee, 

Though a failure I was at dawn, 

But I will not mind. 
At dusk, with no lingering gesture, 

I will run to find thee, 

Though, thorns on ground, 

But I will not mind. 
In my circle, they asked,

“Thee” that ye finds, will ye find thee? 

“Why search for such a dear?”

In my circle, I addressed, 

“That special one, keeps me beating”