Cries of the Heart

At times in my life I have written poems of my passed escapades of the heart. Lost loves, regretful wasted years in seeking fulfillment of ones own desires in seeking happiness. Walking down paths of ill regret in seeking that perfect to us person in which we could mutually give it all and be bounded to for all eternity. I say eternity because I have always believed that (contrary to what others may and do think) true love never dies. The most difficult is to fine mutual true love. We all seek in the end the same things as to humanly be able to fulfill our destiny. Thank you for reading my words. I hope they touch your life in a good way, as my writings have been a therapy in mine.