Her

March 30, 2016

Loneliness lies inward,

My heart not set at ease.

My problem is moving forward,

So turbulent; not just a simple breeze.

I yearn for something more,

Some romantic great return.

But I sense this is only lore,

To me everything is rigid and stern.

Everything seems wretched,

My view of life distorted.

Alone is where I tread,

And my emotions I have aborted.

But then she came along, that beautiful face,

And for her always, I would make my case.

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