She is made up of my hopes, wishes and dreams
Yet it seems, I have spent my life searching
Does my unicorn exist
Is she for real or just a myth
It seems that love is a game of faith
I try to give more than I take
And all my hope is just slipping away
I cannot bare another lonely day
Do I have more to loose than I gain
Is it possible to love with out pain
Looking for that rose with out a thorn
I have yet to find my unicorn
If given the chance I would try
Lord hear my cry
I wake in the morning light
Another lonely day ends another lonely night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Fantastic use of fantasy and human pain.