There is a truth,
I search for,
a truth,
I do seek,
I wish,
very much,
to find it.
Why do i,
see,
so much,
in someone,
i do not,
know,
why is it,
so,
unfair,
how i can,
see you.
I,
wish so much,
to touch,
you,
to know you,
who you,
are.
There is,
an,
incompleteness,
within,
this,
heart,
of mine.
Sandra jacks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-of-mine-4/
