A single heart beats
while a second one aches
and another is cold and alone.
Somewhere one is loved,
and their friend knows what it is,
but is unable to call it their own.
Another longs for their love,
and their love knows,
but she cannot have him,
and the pain clearly shows.
We go through this life,
constantly searching for our special someone,
who we can stay with forever,
instead of being alone.
Some don't deserve this luxury,
the one of many names,
"love," "amour," "liebe,"
And some deserve it immeasurably so,
yet it eludes them.
For how long?
Who could know?
None of us wish to be forgotten,
we wish for the same thing.
It is a game,
one full of heartbreak,
regrets and tears.
But do not fret,
oh precious one,
The one for you is out there,
searching just as hard.
If you're lucky,
One day you'll find each other,
and all that led up to then,
won't have been for naught.
A single heart beats
while a second one aches
and another is cold and alone.
One knows love,
while another knows it not.
Somewhere a heart has hope,
and perhaps not far,
a heart has lost it's way.
No matter the situation,
their experience,
or lack thereof,
all of them want one thing,
and that is to be loved.
So now, precious one,
listen to my words,
go out into the world,
and always remember,
to never give up,
and you will find love.
Copyright 2010 - 2011 by Lizzie P.
Written 12/29/2010
Revised 1/22/2011