Love is what I read in books as a child
Something iv always desired
Yet knew I could never obtain
I wish for a warm heart
One to replace my own
For mine has died and become cold
It has been forgotten for far too long
No longer needed
By the ones it once belonged
I wish to be loved
To be loved with such intensity
That my body physically reacts
To be cherished
To be adored
To be loved with all ones soul
This is something I can only hope
For this kind of love
Is only obtained from the dusty shelves
Of a once loved library
YOU ARE READING
The complex feelings of life
PoetryThe complex feelings of life. A poetry book. Read if you want to cry.
