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Is love a word and nothing more,
something to send via semaphore?
I ask, ‘Why must I be denied?’
A heart left in the cold outside.
One voice within the multitude
that yearns to end its solitude
another ever-searching soul
sharing what seems a simple goal.
I pray to gods in still of night
that I might see that telling light
within the eyes of one who’ll bare
those feelings deep, the will to care.
Hope lingers that he’ll come my way
the one I’m thinking of today.
I see a face before my eyes
the mask that hides his true disguise.
Jan Freeman's Wanderings - Let Nature be your guide 
I have felt and understood every single word you have written here….I loved you poem…it spoke to me personally!!! For that I thank you…Hugs xx
Thank you. I’m glad it touched you.