Sometimes late at night I stare outside my window.

Looking for hope or a strange thing to occur.

Lost in thoughts and captivated by memories.

Listening to the whistle the window makes while I see the trees move with that winter breeze. Moonlight shine the streets and the stars always seem to sneak out at night. While I try to count some there is always seem to be more and more on my lonely nights.

Tears flow down on those rare moments of disbelief.

What I use to have no longer lives within me.

That passion and drive has died awhile back.

This feeling of hope is what I lack.

The best part of love is the moment itself.

But never love is great when you share it with yourself.

I searched for days and months at a time.

I will get to the point just be my Valentines.