Why must I believe there is someone for me when God is there for me. The acting relief I want to feel is not there. The swaddled having of a hug lay in the air not touched. Most of all the ocean flowing kisses stay unreal, from the lakes and rivers it seems like a pond the duck is too big for. They try to reach the golden glory lake that only the purest of this world can reach, but their heart is filled with lust.All Rights Reserved