LOVE IS NOT A TOIL ITS A REAL THING THAT NEVER DIE
sitting at home, everything is fine, as the days pass by one by one, some long, some slow; I talk to myself quiet and low, elegies of my heart and soul… a shiver, a sigh, soft words whispered in the dark, my senses are mixed already, unable to differentiate between a sound or a smell or a touch or a taste; I keep dreaming of a time, my fingers intertwined with you, an everlasting joy of time, heart skipping a beat here and there; as I sit here thinking sweet thoughts of you lustful images make my heart palpitate uncontrollably; trembling uncontrollably the heat continues to rise as I close my eyes and see you standing before me; I open up my eyes to find that you are nowhere around I feel a wave of sadness crash upon the shores of my heart; As i lie here obsessed with the thought of you, hoping it will all be over soon and, waiting patiently for the day when I can hold you in my arms and never have to let you go again, i realize love is a strange thing indeed; am single and am down to earth..not looking for a serious relationship just looking for the right woman...I pray one day you will see me as a better man and take me again..Blazesname...