if I could reach you,
wherever you may be,
love I dream of,
I would be satisfied.
I am longing,
oh, so longing
for something
to call my own.
someone
to call my own.

I am lost,
oh so lost within
the fictions written
in my mind of love,
of relationships and
on how it should be.
oh, the lot of you
go away.
you preachers,
hunters of sin,
there is no sin,
only a realization
of what is.

I long for the outlet
to let me release
all this pent-up emotion
inside.
for you,
the lover who is
to be of my,
who is to love me,
who is to take me
into themselves.

all that I ask,
is to find
that unmistakable smile
just for me.
those eyes that look
so deep into mine
that I drown
in their depths.
those hands that
would hold me,
touch me,
awaken those pleasures
sleeping within me.

take me into
the solitude of you,
that peace
that resides in you.
I will find my home
there.