Love can be fleeting
or can be all encompassing
it depends on the people
and the hearts that are involved.
I have given so much of myself
to hearts that never returned the pleasure
I have struggled to keep love alive
though its light had begun to fade.
I sometimes wondered where my path would go
now I feel this is where I am supposed to be-
in your arms, so full of love
splendid and secret moments of joy...
Alone with you, I feel whole
un-needing of anything else.
Is this what its supposed to feel like?
like I am coming home.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
Love can be fleeting
or can be all encompassing
it depends on the people
and the hearts that are involved.
I have given so much of myself
to hearts that never returned the pleasure
I have struggled to keep love alive
though its light had begun to fade.
I sometimes wondered where my path would go
now I feel this is where I am supposed to be-
in your arms, so full of love
splendid and secret moments of joy...
Alone with you, I feel whole
un-needing of anything else.
Is this what its supposed to feel like?
like I am coming home.
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