Wounded Heart

Your smile and beauty gives the sun it's flame Your touch can even set my soul on fire My heart belongs to you, I now proclaim Your wish, my destiny and soul's desire I dare not speak those blissful words of love For I cannot bear your heart's rejection Your essence is pure, like a snow white dove That casts such a radiant reflection Alas, I give my wounded heart to you For you to keep and do with as you will Your faint silence, casts an ominous hue That can even make my heartbeat seem still Indeed, it's better to have loved and lost Yet, as I tend my wounds I count the cost Thanks to Deborah Guzzi for her help