© Pawjanka ART 
© Dirk Engelage

The way you look ... 
my heart goes out to you. 
So lonely. 
Left alone?

Looking for warmth, 
in words, in an embrace, 
in moments maybe 
of pure passion?

But then what? 
The lonely bed again, 
the empty life?

The way you look ... 
my heart goes out to you ...