A longing heart wanders around there minds.
Hoping to catch the gimps of that warm light of the sun.
A cold out heart waiting for the fore finger touch of love
To soften a hearten heart that's tired of waiting.
Bewilderment of a man whose heart will no one accept;
Trudged under the weight of heavy burdens.
The race is long and wears down a tattered old man.
But Who said this was a race?
Beauty in all things comes to an end,
so then will my love for her end here too?
Shall the stars mock the ground,
envious grounds that cannot touch the sky.
So too my beloved is far from me.
She stands in the summer rain, waiting for her lover;
Was it me or someone else? An answer known too soon
By my beating chest. My heart asunder to pieces,
Does my eyes deceive me?
They that know my name does not know me,
Does she know me by name, or my heart that is given to her
Yet found it in a rubble trash.
Was I too late? Fluttering birds that flew over my head.
Gave me a reason to seek solitude and liberation.
A liberation from the chains of love that holds my heart a captive.
A gullible heart, that is fixed and broken again.
A mind so dull it believes in what the heart says,
Should i wait for the blacksmith to reforge the bond,
Between my obsessed heart that died and my wandering mind?
Foundering in the midst of all despair,
I found a light of hope.
That my wandering mind and my despaired heart
Convince me that one day the maiden,
An Alyssum will know my love for her is pure.
But can this too be a deceived?