Longing

Longing

Emptiness fills my heart.

I am without completion,

void of the loving embrace,

void of the gentle kiss.

The passion,

the pleasure,

that can on come from one who is true.

Where should I look?

Does my mate exist?

Or, is it all a dream?

A fantasy?

An endless quest?

One who is strong,

one whose heart is warm,

whose mind is open not afraid

to question,

to be questioned

not afraid to seek answers.

My one true desire, a partner for living

to share my mind

to share my spirit

to share my body.

© Diane Griffin, 8/29/98

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