Words oft times never what we wish to say to express ourselves. Sometimes the joy is to be had in what we can say best.For me the times and lonliness bring forth many words that bring my dreams to the surface.Writing seems to be my best.So I write what Im feeling and dreamin.That I could find the one for me.Is he real? Does he exist? Yes in a dream.For reality tells me I am but a hopeless romantic.Destined for dreams not to be.True shyness my biggest problem.Just a hint of rejection shall set me to backstep and quiet.Never sure of the men of my time for never have I been pursued.Yet compliments fly my way with emptiness behind them.So I say to thee patcience is needed for the heart is but a petal so light and easily torn.Bring to me some measure of joy,for my time here grows shorter and what I seek far elusive.