Hungry hearts fantasizing, wanting love to fulfill their
intense desires.
Sitting alone on sidelines, bereft of companionship or
anyone's love.
Silently watching as couples walk past, holding hands,
talking, at times kissing, enjoying the company of one
another.
Life settling into an inner beauty, held comfortably
between the two of them.
Hungry hearts, sitting on lonely benches, wanting love
to fulfill their intense desires, knowing that all the
fantasizing in life would never give to them, the
promise of a love of their own.
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