Once Lonely At Twilight

Sometimes love comes as the shadow of crickets tune, A romantic poem popped up in front of my eyes. I am searching for someone, Who will talk to me putting her hands on my hands. My loneliness will escape to the out side of the oceans or continents, I do scream, I call them again and again. This is my self-seeking, no doubt about it, They move away if I strech my hands. I want to celebrate life, I want to surrender myself to a great peace. As I sit to write poetry, I would like to forget the solitude of sitting down on my shoulder. I need mental strength to win them, I do not have to lose something to be understood. Sometimes mysteriously I feel everything, Then only I miss my beloved two gorgeous eyes.