No Love in Return

So much and too many; all the friends I've ever had and all of those I've felt for. I have loved numerous souls. My naïve heart wanted to be with people I never knew. It has never experienced love and it has never been loved. The truth that I'll never find happiness burns my imagination. It injects it's sickening facts into my sore brain. I've wept and still weep. The frigid winds of loneliness killed off all the ardent hope inside. I have loved plenty, but never have I been loved by any.