Since time began,
Or at least the parched fragment I remember,
We've sought for it.
The comfort only found in their arms,
The warmth you feel knowing they're near.
The Joy that possess you with their touch.
You wish you could share in it,
Somehow leech the energy they experience,
But you know that the warmth will turn cold
Fore it is not your Joy, but His and Hers
And it does not deal kindly when foreign parties take what isn't theirs.
So search for it yet,
Do not grow weary,
God's life plan for you may include a "her" to.
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