I Write Mediocre Poetry

The wind is free like wild horses galloping in the open plains,
Some people want to love and feel the pouring rain,
But there are those few who will never be tamed,

Only a handful feel deep inside, willing to take the wild ride,
But some choose to hide and never confide,
Never being able to understand another soul who needs to roam far and wide,

What can one do, write or even say,
To be understood and to take another person's pain away,
This gift of unconditional love is not a game to play,

To touch another who truly feels but still conceals,
Is it a fantasy or is it real,
Hearts and souls on the line but never to steal,

To touch and feel your soul deep down within this heartfelt and unique bouquet,
Even understanding if you sometimes need to go far away,
There is always tomorrow or another day,

Listen to the heart beat, feel the soul trembling beneath,
Words we never have to speak,
Just the feeling inside each of us which makes it all complete....