I used to think that i’m a woman of love ,
I was thinking that i have big capacity of loving in general and in loving a man particularly.
I used to think that , any man can find relief in my arms , I used to think that i have a big capacity for love , i used to think that with my big heart i can give life to stone , i always wanted to love and to be loved , i always wanted to have someone special in my life , to share with him all my feelings , love , thoughts and body , i always wanted some one who can forget the world in my arms , who can throw his head in my chest and feeling like the happiest man in the world , i always wanted someone who can throw myself in his arms when i feel tired and depressed and i feel like all the problems of the world has vanished , i always wanted someone who i can be his secret garden and he can be my isolated island .
I still always in starvation for love, tenderness ,safety and dreams .
Now i’m just starving for love and i don’t think that one day i will be full , i discovered that i’m not the woman i used to think that i’m , i discovered that men are not happy with me and will not be , i’m not the secret garden for anyone