If I was on the Earth,
and you were here with me,
Oh, how heavenly,
the day and the night would be,
and if you were in heaven,
I would fly to the stars,
just to bring you back to me,
(just to bring you back to me)
but sadly, I am just talking hypothetically,
and I have yet to meet you, the girl of my dreams,
and here I find myself tonight,
sat under the moon and in the moonbeams,
whilst drinking a glass of wine,
and whilst looking up at the stars,
I wish I had someone next to me,
someone to love me,
but I am still waiting,
and one day soon,
I am hoping that there will be love again in my heart,
but tonight, there is only sadness in my eyes,
as I look at the stars up above,
and love is so rare these days,
and I wish, I wish I could sing it’s praises,
but eros’s arrows have for years,
failed to hit their mark,
and eros’s arrows also have failed sadly to pierce my heart,
and I, from sadness do wish to depart,
because about finding love,
I cannot find the reason why I do not,
and time,
time without someone in your life,
oh, it can be so cruel,
and time, it seems to drag so slowly on when you are alone,
and in the day,
and at night,
and in the rain,
and in the snow,
and in the sun,
Oh, how I long for someone,
how I long for someone,
but when will they ever come,
because this emptiness inside of me,
is an agony to me,
and not much fun,
and I, wonder where you could be,
and I, wonder who you are,
the person that I could love,
but that I have never met,
and I wonder,
and I wander in my mind both near and far,
as I gaze up at the heavens and the stars,
and I wish upon the meteors speeding across the heavenly skies,
for someone to come along and capture my heart,
and I surmise,
that there are many people in the world who feel the same,
and who may believe that someone up there in the heavens is laughing at us all and is playing a cruel game,
someone who has misguided Eros,
and who has sent Eros the wrong way,
and because of this Eros cannot find me,
and Eros cannot find the future love of my life and bring us together,
and I am beginning to feel,
that maybe, maybe there is no one,
no one for me at all,
and It is a tragedy,
the malady of an empty heart,
and love these days is rarely found,
bur I can only hope,
and dream of the possibilities despite my jaded heart of a future love to come,
but here I sit,
late at night,
under the stars,
and in the day,
in the rain,
the snow,
and the sun,
and sat here,
crossing my fingers,
and praying,
praying for love to come.
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