In Its Own Time

The heart longs most of the time But it cannot get it all Not because it is the most impossible but it just cannot Not that it is an act of greed But it longs to be happy Not that it is out selfishness But a want, a desire that burns We all fight for what we need And it all sprouts from the heart Just as the flowers blossom out of their buds Just as the rose magnifies its beauty over time So does the urge burn in the heart Only for the mind to notice and react Not that all the desires are justifiable But the purest out of all matters the most We all have been there and suffer the melody Anxious for the cause and patient for the right Once upon a time it all begins And the end stamps the reality