I bare myself to thought; a lack of my words,
To express how I feel in the feelings of love,
Lovely are your eyes, lost in a beautiful world,
I'm bare to my desires; emptied by a love's touch,
In the hopes of finding my someone; as a no-one,
To give of my heart, though not much, but it's past love,
But what's love good as without commitment present,
Sweet nothings of empty promise but word's tickles,
Slept on the dreams I cannot share,—sort of restless,
Dependent solely on another,—how so did we live,
Perhaps to find present love; is to find present self,
To receive the love long sought; be a whole love to give,
Where you head into love, do keep your feet—
Love is hard to have, but heavy is heartache's repeat.