Letters written, rarely sent
Emotions felt but never spent
Heart open wide, not fully given
Life lived hard and passions driven
Holding close what needs to be
Yet not so close to render me
Wanting, needing, tenderly
Dreaming of things meant to be
Reaching out to one so dear
Her love for me is very clear
And yet I am oh so bereft
My life is cold, what is there left?
She wants and needs so much of me
All that I give: Conditionally.