It is there we are without ourselves.
As we find love and wait.
It is there the pain is as we wait the eternity it seems.
It is a never ending search as we wish to complete our souls.
That the love we have is strong.
That there,we forever love.
But to know one is to love one but to be without is to die.
That everyday is pain because our forever is not there.
But somewhere in this world she exist.
As I go on living this lonely life not complete.
I wait for her through my tearful heart.
In hopes that one day we meet.
That if she shall come,she is faithful and true.
That the words I Love You are just merely words because she will know how my heart feels.
Because everyday,my actions will speak louder then them words.
That I wait for the love of my heart. As I dream of that beautiful day.
I wait in hopes of loving her that forever is the pain I feel.
As my emptiness is there until then.