while I ponder

I can’t help but want, and it seems like this gift will never come

 I can’t stand that I want it but I can’t help it either

It’s the need for another

The hope of a feeling

The freedom of living

The sin of yearning

How many times will I have to wish upon a star before he finds me?

How many pricks of a rose will I get before I win a chance to smell its sweet fragrance?

How many chances of love is their in a lifetime?

Reviews

[Me]

great work

[wolfshrew]

this is the kind of thing I never find myself thinking about,
but your point came across clearly on the subject and it
was written so sweetly.

good job