I Wonder

It's not every day where you bump into a person
Then find a blessing,
It's unusual like magic,
So when you do find that person
As your blessing,
Show appreciation

We often tell how much we adore someone
Though we're not showing
Adoration or any kind of affection
So they don't feel appreciated,
We know deep in our hearts
That I love that person
So why is it so hard to show by action?
I wonder

Is it because we do our best
Though it doesn't feel like the best
To the targeted place,
Is it because Mankind is never satisfied?
Or is it ever satisfied?
I wonder,
Mostly we point out fingers to the opposite gender,
Also, that gender does the same!

So I've come to a point to say
It's not in the sex of a person
And that maybe we focus on the necessity
Of our own reality,
We expect even in a season
To only respect a situation,
We inquire even when we should provide
And that's probably,
Still, I marvel

Do our desires match our identities?
Or we only want calamities?
Still, I'm in awe
I love you, yes but my words are not sufficient
You want me to show you
Though I'm doing my best
But it's not your best
That's where it all confuses me
Can anyone help me?