Of Love And Loneliness It's not when we are lonely that we yearn for someone, someone to cuddle between sheets, someone to have and hold; someone to ground us in times of need. Love occurs when you realise that you can't live without him and when he's away, you miss him. It's not about times of need but times of want.
Road Not Taken TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference Robert Frost