Still Searching

I know what it is now
But, who to share its abundance with
I know not...
Who, when or where she may be
or if she already knows me...
But, to know me is to love me
My family knows me well
They love me, I can tell
Of that I'm sure
We are like water and flour...
We stick togeter, thicker than blood
Cleaner than mud
If the wind could carry the thoughts of the lonely...
If only...
I would be gone with the wind for sure
Searching for the cure
to know and be sure

Reviews

[Missphit]

You have captured the heart of this woman with your words, I believe the wind blew them into my dreams as I slept.
This was such an inspiring and pleasurable read for limitless reasons. We all know those of raised in solid loving families that we have that to fall back on until our last breath, but we long for the touch of a lover who will complete us and capture moments in life with us that are far too intimate to feel alone .
Your poem leaves me longing for butterflies in my stomach once more, remember those? The smell of a cup of coffee at a bistro as you watch another's breath and wish you had the courage to reach across the tiny table and warm your lips against theirs?
Those are the feelings your prose give me. Bravo!

[Andrew Cureton]

I do wish for butterflies as I never have had the pleasure of experiencing them yet, thankyou kindly for your nice review

[Lydia Shutter]

The longing for love in this one is intense. Good metaphor and personification here. Unusual rhyme scheme too. I liked it. Lydi**

[Laminators Dubai]

its a sweet full of hope and clear write...its really niceone...
thanks for sharing...^^