My poor soul; afraid to look- <br />Thinks he's read me, closed the book, <br />Moved on now, to brighter things- <br />But no one's told my heart- it sings. <br /> <br />It sings, and yes, it trembles too, <br />Because it hates to be the fool <br />That waits and waits, till hope is worn, <br />Then sits and mopes- alone; alone. <br /> <br />We should not fear to be alone, <br />When each one finds his heart's a home; <br />Though others hearts might make us sigh, <br />We're our own company, by and by.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afraid-to-look/
