Lindasoulliere, 31

From a pile of diamonds I choose the stone. Dear Love,
Why is it you have forsaken me? Dying scarlet of the very air i breathe. I long to touch you, but I can not reach. I long to hear you, but you make no sound. I wish to tell you, but I can not find the words. I see you all around me, and yet I can not find you. You must be hiding. Ive felt you once before, therefore knowing you exist. Is it so much to ask for just a simple kiss? Show me that your living, that you have not died. Send your messenger to me, and prove that your alive. Take this lonely life from me, and the blade from my hand. You visit many others, but still alone I stand.