With and Without, Yet Again

Color me dull, with charcoal and white. I believe I’ll be such a sight. Found be love as it might, Yet find me not in its light. Not that I yearn for love, But for a true warm embrace I thirst. For in my void, I can only think of, From someone, a poetry well-versed. Just once do I yearn, To be created as part of one’s whole. A stroke from a brush to a paper, Or just a gold dust in one’s soul. But oh I slipped and fell, I saw the world from below. If love is found in a deceit-filled well, Nevermind then, let it forgo. Although real love I desire, For sorrow, I will let it go. For if the love I saw burns no fire, I’d rather hold hands with woe. With sorrow, I am accompanied, I taint myself with fears. With love I am not of need, If while in my veins still flows with tears. I see beauty in this pitiful world, When love still cometh with. Yet now, darkened skies and clouds, unfurled, For what I saw is without it. The current world knows only its name, ‘Love’ now finds itself hard to comprehend. No longer can I trust it to be the same, What I yearn for is a true friend.