Unanswered Longing Poem by Rosemarie Casaula

When yearning is blind
When it knows not its goal
An abyss you will find
Just a dark empty hole
For as blindly you grope
In unending despair
A poor soul with no hope
For naught else will you care
As you pour out your life
For what it not there
Untitled When together are we
In a tender embrace
And we whisper our words
And our hearts interlace
We become then as one
And our hearts do unite
Drops of dew we are then
That do merge and delight
In the joy of each other
We do revel as the dew
As we touch and feel as one
And then part again as two