The emotion that is too great to be named aptly, spoken coherently, explained lucidly, or shown vividly can only be hinted and implied with hopes of the desired result. The desired result being the identifying other that could possibly share the level of passion, sincerity, desire, sorrow, pain, or what have you, and the feeling of loneliness could dissipate.
My poems are merely my feeble attempts of extending a hand to any who choose to accept it for friendship, companionship, sought after help, a shoulder to cry on, or perhaps even love. All one has to do is take my hand.
