This screen lack intimacy.
Closeness, serenity.
The keyboard is filled with 46 symbols or more.
But my heart longs for a truth of love that can adore.

I fill my time with hope for the everyone.
Atlas the lonliness is filled with task to be done.
Though deep inside there longs for a true mate.
Something deeper, somethining truer, an inner trait.

I'm filled with the Gospel of love all abound.
The truth of my Lord, for the glory for everyone around.
The human I am misses the softness of intimacy.
Closeness, private, sweet honesty.

To come home and say honey how have you been?
I missed you, lets make love to tomorrow's end.
The truth abounds in the moments of life.
How do we take the loniless, the trouble, the strife?

Appreciate the moments that wake us up each day.
Together,apart, alone as all is array.
I'll let you know this secret down deep in my heart.
The true belief of human love I have question from the start.

awww sea love Its sad because so many of us feel this way...even this romantic heart wonders if true love exists...for me...I see it my parents, and my siblings' marriages (well some of them). So I'll continue to pray...