I stand alone, on my own two feet; It feels like I've been here forever, Alone. I want to tackle the world; Face my Fears head on, becoming stronger with each passing day. I don't want to feel my future slipping away any longer, but rather long for the anticipation of the things yet to come. I want to feel loved again; I need to fall honestly and openly. I dream not of material things, not of money or what it may bring; Not of fame nor recognition, for what I dream is so much more. It is: The kiss of Love's lips, the touch of Love's hands; The sway of Love's hips, the moments at hand; And so much more than this, of course, like the presence of that one. The welcome romance, the laughter and fun; Even the tiney tear upon my face, not of sadness, but more of grace; I yearn for that tear of happiness, brought on by three words; A sound when spoken, like the song from a bird; Like peeling bells when they are rung. These words that roll off Love's tongue; Leaving this poet paralyzed, awaiting the day I have nothing to do, but return the favor...."I love you too"
