0070 A Longing of Mine [22 August 1997]

I have suffered
Far too long.
For I dream nightly
Of men who love.

I am almost eighteen
And have never been kissed.
I have never been asked out
Or asked to dance.

I long for a kiss,
For a loving stare.
Hands that touch me,
And arms that hold me.

Am I to die an old maid,
To never make love,
Only dream
And feel pain?

There must be something wrong,
For a teenage girl
To never have held hands
Or to never have been kissed.

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