The lonely are those who cannot seem to give. The lonely, as a result, cannot seem to live.
 My heart is deep in loneliness,
and cries out rich in pain.
  For the "whom" I yearn seams impossible, so my efforts dwell in vain.I need her so badly, madly and sure,that I cannot contain.
  Until she's caught and harnessed
my days are filled with rain.
  Who she is I yet not know,but in seeking I shall ernst.Until I find out how to give, I think my heart will burst.
  She evades me like a butterfly floating on the winds,and the reality of not finding her...leaves a taste as if I've sinned.
  All I wish is for a "her" to love and share my inmost desires.
  But, until , It seems, I learn to give My heart is blazing fire.
With a heart that burns and burns true love I'd sing it from a choir.
  I can take the loneliness, don't get that misconstrued , but I fear if do not find this lass...
I soon will come unglued.      
  I'll await my Springtime blossom to pop up in the field,and practice ,practice how to give and use it as my shield.
  Is she really out there...? And is she awaiting me?
  Or am I just living in a dream...and this all is fantasy?
  Until I learn just how to give ..and leave a soul unmarred,
my yearnings, wants and hopefulness
will evermore feel disparaged .
  I cannot wait for to come, but wait is what I must do. Because first I need to learn to give, and to that ...I have no clue!...DeanPeter

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