The heart is lonely when it has no one and nothing to love.
It aches and aches to connect
with its needs to that of a kindred soul.
And thus, a connection is borne;
from a far and so very close,
yet never touching, never a word spoken, and
still the heart rejoices
in the simplicity of the union.
The connection is mutual and unaware,
felt with every breath and every moment
spent too long in the same space.
There is no logic, reason or moral standing,
because the heart wants to love and love it shall;
to the very core,
to every cell,
and to the absolute essence of the souls.