Lonely Me.

(As seen in my profile)


My heart is weak and needs to be built.
The puzzle that is my heart is too full of guilt.
I seek for a builder, a gilder of trades,
to cure me of weakness tommorrow and today.
The world is bleek and full of sorrow at least.
I plead for true love as I am down on my knees.
One hopeless romantic with a past not to hear.
My eye always looking, but looking with tears.
Love causes pain and yet I look for its passion.
A power of strength, courage, and compassion.
The people will live, not knowing my pain,
because I have no one, I only have someone to gain.
The risk may be much and the emotions unsure,
but I can give you one thing, a love that is pure...