Alone

The moon is full tonight.
Shining a bright silver, against a black velvet sky
I'm walking down a lonely paved road . . .
With nowhere to go
No destination in sight
The air is clean and crisp as it swallows me whole

I think of love . . .
And many questions arise:
"Where shall I find it?"
"Is it a thing?"
"Or is it a feeling that only few get to share?"
"Will it ever find a hopeless romantic like me?"
"Or will I be doomed to wander the planet alone forever?"
"Will I ever find the right one . . .
My other half?"

I have undying faith that I will find love.
I must!
My broken heart . . .
Cannot stand much more of this blackened loneliness.
It yearns for the comforting light of love.
Oh, the light it must find!
For the weakened heart cannot walk down a desolate and narrow road . . .
Alone
It must branch off . . .
Out of the darkness . . .
And into the light of love
The very light that starts with a tiny spark
Which each caring heart holds
The spark of hope . . .
Of trust
When two hearts,
Two lovers join,
The spark grows into a powerful and erotic fire. . .
Impassioning the very hearts it dwells in

To find this love
Would not only be a dream come true, but a wish fulfilled
Perhaps even a prayer answered
To love . . .
To be loved . . .