At least

 At least I've a spine that is erect.

At least I've eyes that are not blinded.

At least I've ears that are highly tolerant.

I hurt many and for many times. Maybe I'll hurt others again and again.

Yes, I believe in regrets. It's my driving force in some period of my life.

I want peace but I don't want to just be in peaceful places all the time.

I fear failure and defeat, but not in the hands of others. I don't want to be tricked and cheated by myself.

I'm a restless traveler who's deprived of love. I'm suffering with love deficiency syndrome. I don't pity myself.

I wish and even mourn for others. I pray more for others than for myself and more than they pray for themselves.

Just like sun and the nature I've been passing my days.

I'm not waiting for the rain of affection or the blooms of love. Let it be.

I'm not sure what's happening to me. But I sense something is not right.

Maybe I'm right on thinking I'm not right or may not be.

None has to hear my voices and feelings. I'm not expecting that too. 

And none has to be with me (This may be a lie).

I'm in my deromanticizing phase, and in hope for serenity.

Hey, you. My darling. Where are you? Come.

Let's rain in the alps. 

Let's kiss each other while sun kisses us both. 

Let the friction between our bodies generates enough heat to melt the ice of Himalayas.

Let's each of us hands plough each other's hair. Let me carry your weight, and you bear mine and our kids.

At least we'll live a life to the fullest, of kisses and hugs. At least!!