My Romeo?

Sometimes I wonder if I'm really suppose to love,
All the times that Ive been hurt,
The only true man is the one above.

So single longing for someone,
Going to bed alone; no one.

Clinging to the blankets being cold,
Wishing it were him to hold.

Even though Ive been told to wait,
As he will come to me in a matter of time,
I just cant bear this loneliness, this I hate.

But I write these words of longing and pain,
Expressed feelings of loneliness shall always remain.

Until the day that he will come,
To be complete and happy, I shall be alone.

But as I shed these unhappy emotions,
Having only me,
Waiting for that special kiss.

I manage to get past this each day so far,
To swallow and hold it deep inside,
Only hoping my Romeo isn't so far.