Love

Is it out there for everyone...

As I walk down the crowded streets of New York,

couples are holding hands.

In Central Park they look into each other's eyes with some incomprehensable thing,

a thing called love.

Their hands,

clasped so tight,

bring tears to my eyes,

for I will never have love.

I can dream and hope,

but love will never come,

for it is a star just out of reach,

one that I will never managed to grasp.

Reviews

[J.Black]

'As I walk down the crowded streets of New York,
couples are holding hands.
In Central Park they look into each other's eyes with some incomprehensable thing,
a thing called love.'

In the heart of New York! Many beautiful things show in the darkness there. It's such a site to see. Sharing it with someone is special, but you don't need anymore to make you feel apart of the excitement.