Bedlamite Inamorata

Searching for that someone to bequeath upon them my more benign nature

My perquisition goes on, somehow coming up empty handed
Finding someone that is bedlamite is facile, yet finding someone daft enough to love me proves to be no paltry task

I've come to the realization, after many dashed attempts, that my benign nature cannot be shown
It must be found by that ardent person
The person who can truly see me
See the human being that I truly am

I have cast off my futile search
My inamorata must find me