Many times throughout my days,
The image in my mind
In my heart her beauty stays
A sweet warmth undefined
For her love I yearn
I feel her heart though guarded she remains
Sorrow grows as days burn
When is that moment?
My heart's turn
To feel a love she holds inside
is it possible?
Will her's ever beat beside mine?
Two lives started so far apart
Could they grow as one?
So deep I hope
As she will always own my heart
I like, "Sorrow grows as days burn" the use of "burn" renders a gloomy connotation - like a moth to the flame.
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