Can I find someone

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    • perfectb
    • is happy for each day that I'm given a chance to live and love

    Can I find someone

    Why can't I find someone to love me, do I really ask that much

    I just want to be held at night, by a gentle loviing touch

    I don't need material things, for their meaning is empty and lame

    They only create an obstruction in life, putting pressure as if its a game

    I wish for  someone to be here when I need a helping hand

    I wish for someone to lean on when alone I can not stand

    I wish for someone to share with all lifes pleasure and the pain

    I wish for someone to hold hands with as we travel down this lane

    I wish for someone to look at me with eyes that say I love you

    I wish for someone to be proud but me, of all the things I do

    I wish for a heart to love me, till the day we die

    I wish for someone to hold me close as we look at the stars in the sky

    I wish for someone to find the time, to see the simple things in life

    I wish for someone to need me as a woman not a wife

    I wish for someone to be happy, to return to our home each day

    I wish for someone to grow old with, get wrinkled and turn grey

    I wish for someone to share secrets with, and share as my dreams all come true

    I wish for someone to believe and trust in, for these people are so few

    So am I asking for the impossible, why is true love so hard to find

    Is there really such a feeling, is my heart just searching blind

    To find something that doesn't exist, should I just give up all hope

    And learn to live a lonely life, with sadness I will cope

    I don’t need someones money, for I’m strong enough to stand alone

    I don’t need to hear promises, for they can turn a heart to stone

    All that I am searching for, is someone proud to share these things

    To share in a love that’s within their heart, without the binding strings

    So God above please hear my prayer, life’s short and I want to feel

    A love that’s true, a happiness, the feeling that’s so surreal

     

     


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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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