I write these words
Hoping to draw a soul to share my quiet nights.
Where emptiness eats away at my soul like acid.
I'm a bright and loving man...yet not a word has yet to be spoken....frights
Fridged and empty hours fill my mind like the cutting of the ticking of the clock.
"Why can't women see the good in me? See my beauty? My worth of my pounding big heart that yearns for love and passion?"
"What creative beauty I bring as I ask for nothing? Is there not a way that I can earn another to mend my broken heart?"
"Why must I be the one who has to be alone and like it for people to see strength in me that has been built up, in me, since my life's start?"
Patiently, I await the voice who will answer.
Who will see my kind natures.
Who will cherish my brilliance and my worthy soul?
To furnish this lady with true love and never shall I give into idolizations of her flesh?
To the gods, above, I implore thee "cease this love curse that continues to take on me it's toll"
As I fall asleep, tears dripping upon my pillow. It is I who is happy to weep. As one day my light shall be seen by the one who is right.
She shall answer my aching heart with the miracle of a truer show.
Of a love that sees the best and most purest of innocence in me.
It shall be us two to show the world how true love does conquer all and this miracle shall shine on all others as us two fly away...
Upon angels wings... we love each other, forever, free.