For needs that may never get met

There are those amongst us that have never known what a four letter word means,
there are those amongst us that have never felt that tingle of being tied in knots.
Theyv'e never felt the stomach churning and the constant yearning,
theyv'e never shuddered with delight at the prospect of passion.
Are they fortunate not to have had a sudden rush that so often ends up in sorrow and the distress that seperation can cause,
Is it possible that companionship doesen't find its way to everyone,
is it possible there are such loners that choose not to let anyone in knowing it can't last.
Those who never fall in never have to crawl out,
those who never persue won't ever know how excruciating  refusal can be,
some dont know what devotion is,
some don't want responsibility and have settled for solitude.
Not all see a silhouette on the horizon,
not all see a stranger across a crowded room,
for the introverted no one makes a lasting impression,
for the asexual the earth will never move.

A Thearta Production*