Feeling lonely.
Feeling miserable.
Feelings of despair.

Giving and not receiving is one of an odd pair.
Not knowing what's wrong,
not knowing what to do.
It's like a white dove without it's coo.

Then comes an epiphany, a slight realisation if I may:

Love is kind.
Love grace.
Love is the one who gives you space in a strange place.

But one cannot live without love and for not having love is for not having peace nor air to breathe.

My love I give to you so you can breathe even if I have lost my heart underneath.
My love is like Roars of lions.
You I love with passionate silence.