Lonely
Lonely is the Love
That has nobody to hold.
Lonely is the heart without a good night hug.
Lonely is the smile without a kiss to follow.
Lonely are the eyes without a star there is no sparkle.
Lonely is the love for without a partner there is no laughter.
The harp that no longer plays, a melody that fades.
The colors that slowly turn gray.
The touch of a warm hand and the hair that it caresses.
Loneliness, the inside cries of a child and the parents that have never seen it.
Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2006
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