Oh how magnificent must be the feeling
Of basking in the warmth of another.
To feel the undying passion
And mesmerising warmth of another life
Would be a true blessing,
One which is deserved by all
But enjoyed by few.
But why must this elusive club remain so clandestine?
Clearly, this unbridled joy must act to dampen our stresses
And brighten our lives
But still it remains a delicacy
Which is not to be taken with ease.
But, were it an easy game to play,
Would it still hold its value in our hearts and minds?
Only in its absence,
It would seem,
Can we truly appreciate its presence.
And so it eludes me
For no reasonable that can be easily discerned.
I hope to one day find that joy,
And for my haunted ravings
Of hollow days and nights
To be rendered moot
As I finally bask in that warm glow.