Be a poet

My first cinquain

You smile
I am melted
Through your eyes I see love
Will you ever tell me the truth?
Your love


Loneliness is....

Loneliness is my telephone never rings
Loneliness is my piano never sings
Loneliness is Sundays after church walking by myself
Loneliness is Tuesdays having dinner by myself
Loneliness is sobbing in the dark
Loneliness is thinking of you all day long