Is there hope of loving ?

What keeps us alive,
what allows us to endure ?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved by someone.

I heard a fable once about the
sun going on a journey
to find its source,
and how the moon wept
without her lover's
warm gaze.

We weep when light not reach
our hearts.
we wither like fields if someone
close
does not rain their
kindness
upon 
us...

Think of all the people who
suffer
because of lack of love.