RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Folds Of Interior Love - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tangling emotions leaving me bereft in a land of
lonely abandonment, wanting love to make life real.
Waiting for moments to overtake my being with special
moments of love touching me throughout.
Searching through the likelihood of finding infinite
and fabricated love of another.
Looking forward to feeling the beauty of being taken
into the folds of interior love forever, never being
left to suffer alone again.
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