• Take Me
    I have no ones arms to hold me
    Nor his loving eyes to see

    I wish for it, an ache of wanting in my heart
    And only being able to shadow it in my art

    Yes I have done such a painting
    and love it not what I was making

    Mere affection is all that showed through
    In truth, with love, I know not what to do

    Take me dear sorrow for I have learned
    It's not friendship I have sought for and yearned

    That is it, I really know not what to do
    So I will wait, and hope love comes soon

    (just realized I wrote this a little over a year ago so I edited it a bit. Even though this poem no longer applies smile