A happy heart is all I need.
to feel complete and well indeed.
But the pain inside I can not hide.
For far too long it's been denied.
In my words and in my actions
I play the game of love attraction.
But in jest it's mainly seen.
a laughable act it all has been.
To whom it is that I've been fooling,
is myself and it's been grueling.
To risk the hurt is what I must to do
in order to get it through to you.
Being friends is great and all
but without love, I feel so small.
By Rebecca R. Burton