Many Die Without Being Loved
People don't realize
how lucky they are,
how blissful is their heartbeat,
how profound is their secret...
when love makes them smile;
many die without being loved...
loss or betrayal leaves them cold
as stones under the thickness of snow,
while winds hiss and continue to blow!
Who will be at our side
when loneliness makes us cry?
If our darling is no longer near,
and the need for kisses is stronger
than words, once the heart is alone
and life becomes another stride...
will someone teach us how to fly?
Then distance won't divide!
Many die without being loved,
it's all hidden in the eyes
that look sadder than they are;
pain is not only in the emotions,
it's deeper than feelings...
when words and images come forward:
making us remember their sweetness
to delight and inspire us more!
People don't realize the purpose of strides
that we must climb the highest mountain
before we can reach the top and look further;
from there the view is much clearer...
seeing who hurts from the unseen pain
and misses us, being fully aware of their fondness!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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