I sit in a candle lit room my mind trying to conceive what my heart is feeling.
Some thoughts from the past, the life I had lived, a love story that did not turn out.
My mind said to not let my heart be deceived. Was it really?
Home is where the heart is, this is what is told.
I feel I live a good life, my heart seeking a true love.
The pages are turning, waiting to fill a book of love stories.