Sitting here all alone, on my lovely bed
Ideas come flowing in, can't pen my thoughts
All that's there on paper are a few ink blots.
My heart says, think back, analyze this;
What is that is lacking, what do you miss?
Slowly but clearly it all comes to me,
As best as ever, now I can very much see.
Solitude in midst of crowds, that's what I feel;
No matter what, nothing changes this, its real.
Someone somewhere is made for me,
Can't wait for the day when him I'll meet.
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