Deep within our souls
is a hunger that no hatred can kill.
It is the basest need that occurs
when by chance you meet the one,
the one person
you will share your dreams,
desires, and secrets with.
But most of the world denies this hunger
by feeding it sweet sugar,
a substitute for the real thing.
They lose that feel
for the dream of love
which becomes lost in life,
by becoming too comfortable
to leave this substitute behind.
People become blind, and deaf,
because of loyalty,
to that attraction
that sneaks up on you
when you least expect it.