Intellectualism Stories

I write this poem to state desire. That I might feel a burning fire. For someone I will love for life, And will not give me endless strife, But will love me in return. For this my heart may always yearn. I long for touch and soft caress, But love has always been a mess. I find it easy to fall in love, sometimes they even love me back. But stability in relationships, for that I have not yet found the knack. Like Edison I'l...