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Without Love
So many ways,
to love one another;
To show that we,
care for each other.
The help of a friend,
the trust of a mother;
The care of a sister,
the touch of a lover.
So many kinds,
of love I see;
So many places,
but none for me.
We all need love,
to keep us alive;
And without true love,
we can not survive.
To be without love,
leaves one bitter and cold;
It withers your soul,
makes you feel old.
I've lived without love,
for as long as I can;
And now my soul,
is not one of a man.
It's but an empty shell,
of what I used to be;
All this anguish,
for there's no love left to me.
It has dried up,
like an untended field;
Burned out by drought,
no crop will it yield.
For I am without love,
alone with my fears;
And now I must rest,
and drown in my tears.
Ally! Thank God you write in your note that these were written a long time ago cause DAMN they make my heart rend in two and ears to pour from my eyes! I can SO empathize with the feelings you express so eloquently. One day I hope I will find someone who will love me for all of who I am and will allow me to love them as well without worrying about what gender either of us are. Despite the difficulties I have NOT given up hope!
Cyn
Ally,
Wow hun.......
Had to take a long moment to regain my composure........ok, tears are wiped....you have a very special gift, I am so happy you choose to share this.
Vf
2016_poets corner: Ally original post:
Without Love
So many ways,
to love one another;
To show that we,
care for each other.
The help of a friend,
the trust of a mother;
The care of a sister,
the touch of a lover.
So many kinds,
of love I see;
So many places,
but none for me.
We all need love,
to keep us alive;
And without true love,
we can not survive.
To be without love,
leaves one bitter and cold;
It withers your soul,
makes you feel old.
I’ve lived without love,
for as long as I can;
And now my soul,
is not one of a man.
It’s but an empty shell,
of what I used to be;
All this anguish,
for there’s no love left to me.
It has dried up,
like an untended field;
Burned out by drought,
no crop will it yield.
For I am without love,
alone with my fears;
And now I must rest,
and drown in my tears.