True Love

Longing glances and hands held tight,

While closely pressed hearts

Softly beat the same rhythm.

Anxiously awaiting every phone call

Every message, every letter,

Like a child waiting for Christmas.

Having faith in forever,

In each other, but most of all

Having faith in love.

This is what I so desperately long for.

Something to believe in,

Something to have faith in.

Though I hope and I struggle,

Each failed attempt at love

Only makes me doubt that much more.

Only makes me have a little less faith.

Maybe this is something

I'm not meant to have.