Under every stone

Though she’s been loved and cherished,

It appears that time makes them vanish,

Away in the distance, she still sees their shadow

Growing in the silence of the absence of tomorrow.

She’s been noticed and she’s been held,

Yet it feels that she keeps needing to be fed,

To be certain that she’s worthy of attention,

That she won’t be the lonely exception.

Some will say it’s insecurities and being alone

Doesn’t have to be lonely.

But us, mere humans, can pretend that we

Needn’t anyone, still we long to be known.

Go ahead and yearn for love,

Look under every stone,

Give it out, bless them with your affection,

Let them see your truest reflection.

And remember that love isn’t about sight

Outer beauty, romance in black and white.

Love is a poem to be written with another,

With silences and even spelling errors.

It is a song you might sing until he responds,

With notes deeper than yours, humming along.

It is the knowledge of a future given and received,

Of an unexpected opportunity mutually seized.

So by all means, seek and find the love you dream of,

Go ahead, embrace the yearning from above,

But never settle, for something plain or tinted

By fear of not finding what you’ve always wanted.

You’ve been loved and cherished,

Though It appears time makes them vanish

Away in the distance, look out for who might come along

He could be humming the very melody of your song.