Void

I see romance everywhere and it opens up a void right in the deepest centre of my heart, dark, mysterious, and swirling with sadness. I need romance like a mighty falcon needs air billowing under its graceful wings to carry it to places new. The need cannot be satiated by platonic love alone. I long for sweet mornings of nonsensical mutterings, waking from dreams and arriving in new ones as each day passes by with a lover by my side. I crave long nights of passion in the company of another, somebody whose eyes glow at the sight of me and whose smile is nothing short of evangelical. I yearn for another to yearn for me, and me alone; to map out their aspirations in the stars of our adoration, and share a lifetime of memories in a single, unbroken gaze. The void is deep in desire but shallow in experience, wide in demand but narrow in need, and full to the brim with omnipotence.