I miss the feeling of being in love.

It has been too long since my heart soared.

My lips are dry and chapped,

longing for the sweet kiss

from a woman

who can bring some moisture into my world.

I miss the genuine earnestness of pillow talk,

of having someone I trust beside me

to confide in, and to whom I can offer my ready ear

when she needs a shoulder to lean on.

My thoughts are tired and lazy,

lost in the idle twists and turns

of my own lonely consciousness.

I miss the innocence of romance,

the electricity of fingertip caresses,

the comfort of companionship,

and the primal energy of a burgeoning relationship.

My emotions are ragged and torn,

seeking the solace

of a merciful angel

who can sew my spirit back into whole cloth.

I miss the feeling of being in love.

It has been too long since my heart was full.