Tormented Love

The sighing of a young man is a pitiful one that exposes wearing his heart on his sleeve. He has lost to, a who knows what situation. In spit of the fact that he nor she, are not deserving of this fate.
  
Trance of Romance

I am here and you are there,
Yet there is nothing we don't share.

We see each other less not more,
Love, exudes always from the core,

A connection that can't be broken,
Silent words always spoken.

Time together is always sweet,
Each moment a most special treat.

Moves that are made the other will know,
For on the phone the words willingly flow. 

What,where how and who,
Communicating what we do.

It can be lonely that is sure,
To each ones needs we mus demure.

You have your time I have mine,
Each respects the others line.

No planning for it to be this way,
For doing good we sometimes pay.

Me and you we will ever be,
Something others just won't see.