As I sit here typing this,
I often wonder what I would miss.
If I weren't here for you to see,
I am not sure what would become of me.
Is my desire that plain and readily seen,
As an object usually observed as obscene.
I choose not to hide myself cocooned,
Nor like a man marooned.
I reach out to others in the hope to connect,
Hoping to find that soul that would reflect.
With the beliefs and values I understand,
And perhaps walk through life hand in hand.
If one day that dream should come true.
I am then wishing that it is with you.
Okay...my first serious blog here....a cute poem.....later