For the one I may never meet, a solemn love I will always keep A secret inside my heart that has been repressive from your attention I may not know who you are...so many in this world like the midnight stars I keep a fragile heart inside my chest; only few can approach without causing me death I only hope upon that day when we meet in the shade that you see what I am My outlook can be cynical, my manners blunt and coarse but I only do this so I cannot be hurt I trust few with my inner self, a shell to keep others away, no longer do I wish for that shell to stay. I’m alone with myself; though surrounded by comrades...Something deeper is what I need Someone to pull the best out of me, to judge my heart and mind my faults contently A need to be loved and cherished by others yet still keeps a safe distance. In this contemplation I weep, for whom can I entrust to give my deepest dreams? This question I cannot answer until I find that one…until she finds me. Fear of failure, rejection and cruelty, these discouraged me from life and left me hesitant to pursue love. Fear now is what motivates me to open my heart and feel beyond the mundane. Fear not of failure but of what could have been, fear of regrets and lonesome thoughts that would creep on me to no end I write this to anyone who happens to read...Only through this can I truly explain what my heart needs. For love is entrusting that one person with your heart when you give it to them and hoping that they don’t break it.