Her Heart

Her heart There she goes into my words without prose. I cannot continually write about my sweet dream-rose, Who will never know, How I feel about her. My missing words all a blur. Hidden beneath my fears, so never heard, so hard to speak, Of needful things, because I have no belief in me, to believe in. I am not the important one; She is yet to hear my song bird singing only for her. Her songs, the endless rivers hum; I never braved the rejection of what I truly want. Love is all I want from her, but she is fading from view, Because of my lack of nerves; No bottle, just desire, Walking away alone, never to return. A single entity to be passionate about And I can never let my words out, Because all I think is never said aloud. I would if I could, but I don’t know how. The words of romance are unknown to me; The words of love are a mystery. The right thing to say is all that I need, But my foot in my mouth ruins everything. I cannot hope because nothing is good. I cannot stop thinking; I wish that I could, But still I have fire running through my blood, So passionate about her, but so stuck in the mud, That is my mind, it has no sign, of ever showing me, How to become the person I am on the inside. Everyone has opinions of my image. Nobody can see what I imagine in my mind. Everyone thinks I don’t try to improve my finish, But this is the only ending that I can write… Because I never will win her heart. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.