As I sit quietly I’m somber but silent, I realize that I’m alone. I’ve worked so hard to accrue all my possessions but I’m constantly reminded that a house is not a home. I tired of being secluded I want to get out and enjoy humanity but finding someone to share my life with is driving me to insanity. Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning I was told, but my nights are getting longer and my mornings are always cold. I wake in the morning desperation sits outside my house forcing me to choose between being alone and having an inept spouse. I stand strong and flee temptation. It takes a made up mind, God’s never changing hand and a whole lot of patience. It shouldn’t be this hard to find someone to love, sometimes you have to put in an extra effort to get results and give fate a shove. I just want that house with the white picket fence a source of direction to make my life make sense. I want a piece of the action that lets me know that I’m alive, a reminder of my reward to let me know that the trip was worth the drive. I want someone to share my sunsets with, and everyday that I’m with her there is no doubt in my mind that that day is a gift. Love is like a rare flower that grows on an abandon hilltop even though there is no one around the growth doesn’t stop because a memory in the mind brings fondness in the heart. love is but a seed that grows after cupid shoots his dart. I m looking for the kind of love that crosses countries and makes continents collide the kind of love that always brings about a pleasant surprise. I want love to come down and take me away and show me the kind of happiness that’s emits from a rainbows ray. Feels like I’m fighting my inner self I want to be dipped in the sea of delight to cleanse me of all my hurt so I’ll have clarity in my sight. I feel like I’m trapped in a world of pain and I’ve lost my bearing I’m just going thru the motion looking for loves but nobody’s seems to be caring. I’m tired of empty promises and love that wont stand because there is so much more to me I’m the definition of man. I’m strong but caring and I’m ready to provide I’ll be your rock and confidant and protect you with my life. A pillar in the community breed to succeed I just need someone by my side that can help me to believe.
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
Love is universal and not limited to the most perfect among us. In this collection of romantic short stories and poetry, love comes to those who are decidedly imperfect, who possess very real human flaws, scars, and challenges. Awaiting us as we are.
Sylvia Masters, a hot fifty-two year old widow and CEO of her husbands company is challenged by her own instincts, family and friends when the Lieutenant investigating the murder of her ex-fiancee ask her to dinner. After a tumultuous beginning, the