Friday, January 27, 2006

 
I see it in my sleep
hear the voice in my head
I ache
and I fear

to be loved so utterly
for years to vanish
and once again
have a heart light with love

for someone to draw
absolute trust
absolute warmth
from me

to love
without questions
without doubts
without boundaries

yet love
is not always wise
it has no conditions
no regrets

it is not enough
not good enough
to sustain
to last

I yearn and pine
I seek and reach
but nothing is there
but empty space

So I wait and forget
what it feels like
what it means like
to be loved and to love in return

# created by Syre @ 1/27/2006 08:55:00 PM
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