Thursday, 7 September 2006

A Yearning

I find myself standing with my arms outstretched
My hands they seek a touch, a hold in which to be withheld?
My heart it lies open, having laid out all emotions
My eyes they seek a look, some sign that speaks of affection?
My mind speaks to me, it tells me to love but not to hold on
My being yearns a fulfillment, when some one will call me their own…

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