I'm no poet, but these are my thoughts
Just a glimpse of the thoughts that haunt me
My heart calls out, "Where are you my love?"But sadly, no sound on my ears doth fall.No soft, sweet whisper. Not a cooing dove.There is nothing but the cold silence every day.Living with nobody 'my love', her to callMakes the hopes of a man like me, slowly slip away.Not much, for this life of mine did I ask for.I want not weatlh, fame or degrees behind my name.This thing called love, I believe, is pure lore!The love of a...