By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com Date: 2 October 1998
These arms that long to hold you only get comfort in the giving -- a sentiment noble and rare I am told -- but one as natural to me as the air I breathe. When there is space between these arms I can only grasp at emptiness A void that reflects what is behind my best intentions, my hopes and dreams. When you fill my arms you fill my heart, my soul, my mind. Only then am I made complete.