I long for a man so very far away
Who holds the missing pieces of my heart
Tenderly
There is an ache I feel and a sinking
With the knowledge the outcome of our meeting
Is entirely out of my hands
And yet I cannot give up on love
Am still willing to be
A fool for love
For without this hope and this love
I feel lost
Love is this open ocean that recognises
The soul of the beloved
And all the qualities it possesses
Which are reflections of our own
In this person you find a home
Because you recognise the home within
You wish to share with them
So this longing does not have an end
It is not chosen
This love
This longing
It is something
From deep inside the soul
That chooses us.
