Every day all alone was I,
the only one under the sun.
But then there came,
a knocking on my door,
and alone was I no more.
Soon I hope that we will meet,
see touch and feel,
knowing that each of us is real.
Then together we can hold hands,
walking, smiling as we stroll,
down lovers street.
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When one finds true friendship/love, he is never alone again. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.