Love Poem by Mary Barret

Love...
What is that?
As if my heart is asking,
When my eyes observe the people on the street.
They're laughing, kissing, smiling,
But all I see is light.
As if they're angels without wings, praying to one another,
Loving everything about eachother.
And here again, I'm standing
Thinking... What is love really?
Never have I ever felt a kiss or a touch, from hands that are so desperate, so eager to touch my warm body.
No, I've never fallen in love. My flesh is cold, almost as my soul.
If the love is light, then I'm the darkness. Having that in mind I walk... And all I see is harmless people being loved. So why my wings are broken, and why my light is dimmed? Maybe cause of my heart being reckless, feeling the only need... of you.