By Steve Conners  DesertTear@aol.com
Date: 11 July 1997

A journey of soul

As in love, as in life, I started out alone. Searching, waiting for someone with which I could make a home. 
Many dreams comprised the hope, a place to live, two hearts who could share, an end to the pain that was always lingering there.
One day not long ago. . . I thought I had found it. It turns out ~not so~ I met a woman, her heart touched mine. Like majik we found our shared truth, and we shared good wine.
Made for each other we were, but now is not her time. The spark was there. . . It still is. 
The love is oh so consuming, nothing less than intense. 
What we had, the love, is nothing but pure. Most would die for that sort of love I am sure.
Oh, did I mention that we met on-line? I came to love her before I laid eyes. . . on the beauty that stood before me on those too short a times.
Fate was cruel, we had to part. She visited once, but may never again. I fear I have lost her. . . My dear, dear friend.
So, once again I am alone. The future uncertain, the earth to roam. As I travel, my thoughts will surely drift back. . . to a time when I found love, so brilliant and warm. 
For now I can no longer feel. . . I am too torn.