Longing

I long for a man so very far away

Who holds the missing pieces of my heart

Tenderly

There is an ache I feel and a sinking

With the knowledge the outcome of our meeting

Is entirely out of my hands

And yet I cannot give up on love

Am still willing to be

A fool for love

For without this hope and this love

I feel lost

Love is this open ocean that recognises

The soul of the beloved

And all the qualities it possesses

Which are reflections of our own

In this person you find a home

Because you recognise the home within

You wish to share with them

So this longing does not have an end

It is not chosen

This love

This longing

It is something

From deep inside the soul

That chooses us.