Loneliness,
a need for love
a tear reflecting high above
that single star
that dimly shines
on loneliness’
perpetual fear.
Not born on high
to happiness
her sighs collected in a shell
that he now spies upon a beach
placing his ear, he hears them well.
He hears a lonely girl out there
with so much love, and yet the fear
of never finding one so dear
with loving arms
to hold her near
and then he sees
he has two there.
a reply to Drops of Tear to Drip and Pour.. by raspberry

your grand uncle! 






This is so lovely. I have a poem started now about being lonely. (not posted yet). This makes me want to run and jump in those 2 arms 
4 old applause
