^*^Love is a funny thing..So it is said..It brings out the parts of usthat we all dread..We have been there before.
The pain is so real..It has made our bodies numb
to this warmth that we feel^*^

^*^At least when alone there is no one to bring pain..
Our aloneness has a love of its own in an empty kind of way..
A love of solitude..A love to be free of al of those burdens that
relationships bring^*^

^*^To try love again..What price would there be?
To lose this solitaire feeling that has made the soul free..
To fly alone no more..But to fly wing to wing..
This togetherness could be costly somehow it seems^*^

^*^But remember once more to that love long ago..
Has there not been enough timeto let your feelings flow..
Once more to another who returns them to you..
Once more to love again..And be loved too^*^

^*^To share your solitude with another lonely soul..
Together the two of you can make your lives whole..
Two halves brought together..To bring joy once again..
To the souls thought lost forever..
In loves senseless game^*^