I met a man tonight,

with a heart as pure as mine.

He represents all the qualities

that I, myself, possess.

He is full of laughter,

engulfed in wisdom.

He is caring and understanding,

bursting with creativity.

He's not afraid to cry,

but can't admit when he's hurt.

He's a gentle soul,

longing for passion and love.

He's loved and lost,

much like I, myself, have.

He deserves to find true happiness,

and fails to realize that it's already there.

He searches for meaning

in everything surrounding him.

He feels incapable of being loved

and destined to continue a life of despair.

But he is loved.

And he is cared for.

His happiness is right in front of him,

if only he'd open his eyes and see.

9/27/99