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I miss being loved
I miss it more than anything else
that one could imagine
and I'm not referring to anything
under the umbrella of any true
sexual content here
when I make this assertion
I refer only to the tenderness
and the affection
that joy of just knowing
that peace in spirit
which permeates your very being
when you know that you are truly
cared for and thought well of
respected and revered
desired above all others
simply because you are you
and valued beyond compare
I've not had that in a very long time
someone who will hold me just so
they can have that wonder of
holding me near to their heart
a lump forms in my throat just now
as I write this very line
I've been supplied with illusions of
that feeling many times
but they turned out to be weak
representations
that could not survive even the most
minor conflict
I am a lover without a love
told many times that I mean so much
then all too sadly walked away from
a vessel unattended for far too long
left to the elements, adrift upon 
an ocean of unseeing debris
forever floating by me
in essence
a warm blooded woman
left to cool her heals
as she alas, faces the reality
of her love lacking circumstance
'Unarguably Alone'..............
(July 2, 2014 759pm)