As long as human beings people the earth,
We can be assured
That in our loneliness
There is also love —
Deep, infinite love,
Waiting to be tapped,
To water the barren brown lawn of our loneliness —
Love which shrivels if kept to the self,
Which flourishes only if it is given away.
I need you.
You need me.
I know it.
You know it.
What are we waiting for?