A Woman Like That

The longing of a sensitive heart....what does a man want?

 

He needed warmth,

But there was none,

So, he embraced the cold!

Cold, piercing into his flesh, his skin,

Yet unable to douse the fire within.

 

The darkness of night increases the fear,

Not of the spirits that roam around,

But of humans everywhere found,

With deceptive faces and alluring sounds.

 

In a world so vast, he belongs to none,

Descends a gloom he tries to shun,

Oh! The pangs of loneliness!

Didn’t there exist anyone? Not even one,

Who could soothe his nerves, and let him run,

Into the arms so soft, he dares not touch.

 

A bosom to place his head on,

Like a child,

Hands to be held, like that of a goddess,

A woman he could love with all his heart.

A woman who knows his guileless worth.

 

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