Clueless To Love Poem by Omar Adame

as the beauty of the sun rises,
i wake, to another day, once again...alone.
the lack of another for loves enjoyment to smother,
has yet again, turned my heart, into stone.

i find myself constantly thinking,
what type of love is right?
is it to share a kiss? enjoy in bliss?
or lay in eachothers arms forever together, ever so tight?

this answer i may never truly know.
clueless is to me the meaning of love,
clueless is to me how it seems.
all i can do now is wait, wish, and dream.