Searching for love, I discovered only shattered emotions, built upon a foundation of broken promises. Memories of dreams that never came true are all I have left, pressed between the pages in my book of life, as if in a coffin of their own. My heart wept for the spirit to set it free from the inflections of pain and sorrow I’ve felt, throughout the years…alone. Tears no longer flow down the etches of age upon my face, yet, this dose not mean I have forgotten why they once had…so long ago. Certainly, nothing had disappointed me more in life than to learn that all things, regardless of nature, were based solely upon condition.
Tears that fade with the morning star, love's burning passion of a summer’s sun.
I love thee but know not where you are, love clings to heartache without confusion.
A heart that carries silent woes of its own, pain that has never known compassion.
Where have all the mourning doves flown, is there not one to cry for my damnation?
Tryst in vain I sought your bosom, a nesting place for tears UN-comforted, crinkled eyes now glare back at the sun, filled with indignation towards life instead.
Have you ever felt hopelessly lost, confused, misunderstood? I seek correspondence with open-minded females who have a romantic disposition, delightful sense of humor, and whom are interested in a true, non- judgmental listener. Sincere response please.
Or e-mail me here please put my name in your letter I share this box with several others.
