Does no one know what it means to be lonely?
Maybe not, for the thing makes one homely.
The icy cold grasp of silence may hold,
One who is strong or one who is bold.
Dragging them down deep in its clutches,
Paining the one who knows not what a touch is.
Does no one know how loneliness grows,
As it miserably manifests in life's flows?
It wrenches a heart out ever so slowly,
Dragging the spirit and soul down quite wholly.
It abandons the weak and cripples the strong,
Stealing a sense of what's right and what's wrong.
Until, something came to save the day.
Something warm that won't fade away.
What is it that liberates people's stress,
That dives deep into this at the heart of the mess.
Why, it's love! It is fearlessly caring without egress.
It's fighting the silence to the point it must acquiesce.
Love has empathy for those who are lonely.
It does not exclude or eliminate the homely.
It simply cares for the ones in distress,
Thus including and achieving success.
