You say I'm a hopeless romantic
I see,
Therein lies the difference between you and me.

I act in confidence,
Rather than seeking some divine providence.
How I ask, does this make me hopeless.
Forgive me I digress.

For I speak of longing,
A stable state of belonging.
To another soul,
In who's arms you are made whole.

Wherein did I fall from grace
To this lonely field
Where I gaze up to empty space
Hoping to find what you concealed.

Only wishing to save face.
By your friendly words and soft smile
You made us worthwhile.

Though I fall on darker thought.
On those times I fail to find,
Whatever I sought.
Or mistook unkind.

I arrive at the same conclusion...
I've had my fill,
Of my own state of delusion.
Now I know, never did you harbor ill will.