Without WarmthA Poem by Dream Weaver
He stands alone like an apparition swallowing empty affairs of the heart. Women ridicule him relentlessly cruelly stealing bits and pieces of his enduring trust.
For all he had to offer was a wholesome genuine love. Such an unconditional love, tossed out into the abyss of misfortune untouched by a women’s desire.
Still his hopes desires and dreams, circumventing his fears that he shall forever remain cold and without any warmth.
His appearance he knows is worn and gaunt but his compassionate soul is that of beauty sincerity and faithfulness
His vacant home barely big enough to contain all the tears he will shed, unlucky and misplaced in a life of solitude and obscurity.
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