Music of Love The sound of tears crashing on the pillow echoes  in my ear As shadows flicker on the wall, the scent of burning wax consumes the room In the background plays slow tunes of love and loving and lovers Yet here  lie all alone on a soggy pillow feeling more and more alone wth each and every passing moment How do I remedy this situation knowing that I may never find the one that is right for me? The one that will accept me for all that I am, irrevocably soiled, yet so pure the one that my entire being- mind, body and soul shall cry out to? How do I stop the tears when I have no hope? S'ppose I'll just lay here until the tears run out, the wax burns out, and I pass out only to awake to another lonely day and pray that it will end more promising than this As for now, I'll let the tears roll and the music of love play on... Kashmir