I’m never alone, not in my thoughts; all I have known are there.
The world is another story oft, it’s just me breathing air.
Perhaps there is room for more to breathe; if willing to they are.
I enjoy my solitude & it has carried me thus far.
Yet there is more to know in this life than family & art.
I’d welcome one who sees my wealth & would not ask me to part.
Someone who’d swell my horde of heart; by simply adding themselves.
Someone who’d swim inside my riches & mine with me my delves.
For I am fine just as I am…aware I’ve not got it all.
Though, if the right one came along, there’s room for him in my hall.
L.B.Stowe 