HEART'S YEARNING
As I gaze into eyes of the deepest blue,
It is as though my heart soars with joy,
Yearning for freedom.
The entoxicating sight pulls me in,
Refusing to release the hold it has gained,
Upon my yearning heart.
So often had I wished to feel what I do now,
Only to feel such pain and loss as can not be described,
This pain of mine.
Mayhaps one day I shall know such joy,
As to have the love returned that I do so freely offer,
From within my aching heart.
