I'm a hopeless romantic,
with no one to romance.

I hangup my charm
like a boxer hanging up gloves.

Because you hurt me,
I gave you my all and you took it,
never giving in return.

I'm left
hoping,
wanting,
desiring,
and I don't know when
I'll be able to love freely again.

Your love,
was like a rose in the concrete cracks
breaking through the monotony,
and bringing hope to my hollow heart.

I search the crowds
looking for your face.

A glimpse here
a quick look there.

In a room filled with beautiful people
how do I find the one my soul longs to mate with?

Coffee with creamer
awakes this dreamer.

Mornings are just so calm
listening to the birds sing their songs
and the winds declare a Psalm.

It is in the morning
that I don't see any mourning.

There is your creation,
new, everyday
and it is here I will say:
My life is yours, have your way.