Pining Daily

Selectively honoring the essence of another, loving the passion he sends to the universe through his living poetry. So possessively holding himself within, yet giving his all when asked with genuine honesty and caring. So intense with his feelings and emotions, filling up others with special gifts he possesses. After everything in life has touched him, sorrow has come upon his life and set him back in time. Wanting with all his heart the woman he has loved for so long, emptying his soul for her, now pining daily over her death. Not looking up unless a person comes and opens his heart to genuine love and caring, and this I have done completely and totally just because of who I am.