It'e a funny thing
Life
Full of expectancy's
And hopes
And dreams
Of  romance
And love
But generally
Unless you're a happy
On your own
Kind of individual
Not wearing a straight-jacket
Then.
Then.  
Then
Perhaps your life, maybe
Will include another
And at first
The magic
As you walk  
Hand in hand
Aware of each others
Previous solitary existence
And beating hearts
Before they bled
And felt the electricity
Of an embrace
That moment
At that precise moment
You are more alive
Than you'll ever be
And not confined to any expectations
Not of your making
And when you've had this
But are no longer a part of it
And are now alone
You'll know of what i write
And the lingering ache
As my inky heart
Lies scrawled out
On paper......

by Jemia