Oh me, that Love’s tender kiss
shall never press against my lips.
For I, destined to live a life alone,
solo without even wings to fly above.
suffering is such sweet pain,
coursing through my hungry veins,
those same channels of life,
that have forever desired love
And Love’s caress upon my skin.
Woe that I shall ever stand,
a single figure upon Life’s mountainous peak.
Longing an eternity for the mate
that shall never be mine.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017