If I was unable to find love how miserable I would be.
I would die both inside and out for I would no longer be.
There is just me but I will die without someone to hold dear to me.
I need love without it I'm as good as dead, for if something is not loved it dies.
I beg to all please do not let me meet the grave, for there is not love there.
No there is no feelings there at all.
But death keep calling me.
Will I be able to hold on?